eclecticmuses :: I turned on the light, and. . .I turned on the light, and I had absolutely every intention of cleaning the flat. I’d just gotten home from work, and Crookshanks was meowing his welcome and request for food. Oh, the joys of domesticity. It’s not so much that it was dreadfully messy, but their were dishes to be washed, clothes to be put away, ( Read more... )