You may have met in me one of the worlds most untidiest people. Take this morning as an example. Actually if I'm honest perhaps you had better take the last several mornings. I look around the place and think to myself: 'this place is a mess'.
It is this cluttered mind which rules my waking (and sometimes sleeping) life. It is this cluttered mind, which results in me spending my days running around like a blue arsed fly, doing a bit of this here, and a bit of that there, and in the end accomplishing very little.
That is what has happened here. When I woke I was full of good housework intentions, and then I thought, 'hey! I'll blog about this!'
Sorry that's not really fair is it. I can't blame it all on you. There is another culprit. Surfaces. I have too many surfaces. If on the odd occasion I see a bit of clear surface I can fill it within seconds.
Oh well, I can't stop here chatting all day, there are things to be done. Now where did I put that duster? Ah here it is.
Hey look Sadie, the suns come out. "Walkies!"