I cleaned the spare bedroom at my Dad’s house today. I really don’t think that room has been touched since Mum fell ill and it was…
Suitable description eludes me but Vomit-Inducing comes closest to the sensations engendered. Really, mere words can’t do it justice but it was something akin to Miss Haversham’s and I do honestly feel burning the place down would have been easier and ultimately more sanitary (without the attendant burning myself to death bit though, obviously).
Anyway, it’s done and I now need a bath. I might even throw a Lush bomb in there, I feel the situation warrants it
As a consequence of the above, little writing has been done today, a mere 800w. Hey ho, back home to Withnell tomorrow, I shall catch up then.