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Domestic Goddess
The Domestic Goddess has returned, believe it or not!
I spent this afternoon sorting out the living room and polishing with Mr Sheen and even hoovering. The cat isn’t too keen on the hoover, but she gets her favourite prawn treats if she’s brave and doesn’t run away when the hoover’s on. She was actually out when I started, but then came in when it was switched off while I shifted some stuff out the way. When I switched it back on again, she looked unhappy, then she jumped onto the bed-sofa and stayed there, watching me. I thought she was ever so brave and good, for staying out the way, so she got her treats. She used to leg it out the room as fast as possible. She’s coming on in leaps and bounds. Anyway, I digress.
I brought some stuff upstairs to the study, meaning I had to sit down momentarily due to the logistics of the study. The cat duly thought she’d have a sneaky lie-down on my knee, so I thought I might as well switch the computer on, seeing as I had to sit there anyway. It’s my downfall, the computer. Evil thing, full of addictive things, like the Internet and Bejeweled 2. So I got nothing done for a while, till I realised C would be home again soon.
When he got in, I went to make the tea (dinner to you non-North-Easterners), which involved washing the plates from dinner (lunch to you non-North-Easterners), which I’d left.
“You’ve not even washed the dishes from lunch!” he exclaimed.
I blew my top at this burst of non-gratitude. He complains that I never actually do much around the house, and when I do actually do something, he complains that I haven’t washed the bloody dishes. I told him all this, with raised voice, and he said, “I didn’t say ‘bloody’.” I told him I didn’t care and proceeded to slam lots of cupboards and drawers and things because I could. Ooh, such a strop I was in, but he annoys me like that. He used to complain that I never looked for a job; that was because I was Domestic Goddessing, then when I did look for a job, he complained I wasn’t doing any Domestic Goddessing.
I just can’t win 
Still, he has to fend for himself tomorrow night and Saturday, as I won’t be here. I’ll be in Colchester at my ex-flatmates’ party. Oh, god, it’s Ex-Flatmate-Stephen’s birthday; do I have to get him a card?
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Damien at Friday 16th September, 2005 @ 11.48am BST Europe/London
I’m just wondering. Would a buttplug be an appropriate present?
ChittyChittyBangBang! at Friday 16th September, 2005 @ 1.20pm BST Europe/London
Sometimes you just can’t win, can you Cathy? Although, letting him fend for himself for 2 nights should take care of it.
Forget the card… get there and enjoy yourself already!
Pandammonium at Friday 16th September, 2005 @ 1.35pm BST Europe/London
Damo: definitely.
CCBB: the question about the card was merely rhetorical
– Caity