Excuse the wrinkled sleeves of my blazer. One, it is linen. Plus, I can not iron – not without ironing a hole or two – so when I want to wear something that is all rumpled I either have to puppy eye Lesley or wear it with wrinkles and all. Also, they say people do more on Sundays (and this, I wore on Sunday) than on a regular working day. That research can not be right unless they only got respondents who are getting paid for sitting in their jammies all day and maybe give their loo a tiny, but firm, brush. At least that is about the max of what I do on a usual Sunday.
This time it was the complete opposite and proved that the laziest day of the week is actually our busiest is not all nonsense.
It started with running quite some errands, but I am not going to bother you with those. (Buying toilet paper and such is just not that interesting.) Then the sleeves got really wrinkled when we spent hours and hours in the hardware store gathering all the right materials to finally build my dream; a walk-in closet.
We are taking things slowly, step by step, by starting with one side of the room and see how that goes. I am forecasting the other side of the room is soon to follow, since I will probably find it hard to share (I am the same with food). I just have to convince Lesley of the fact that we both need our own sides. And what else are we going to do with that spare room, except for filling it up with junk? To be continued…