Daisy Turnip writes.....
Daughter has now finished uni for the summer and has started to gradually bring her things back from Halls – ‘I can do it,’ very quickly came the response, when I asked if she needed any help. Mother suspects that Daughter is a little concerned that Mother might have a heart attack when she sees how Daughter has been living over the last 10 months.
Yesterday, daughter and favourite nephew drove to uni and filled up the car with her belongings. Last night they brought in boxes and boxes and boxes and boxes of stuff and dropped them on the kitchen floor – they looked so chuffed with themselves, as their ordeal, for the day, was over. And I sighed with a heavy heart, as we have a second house viewing at the weekend and have no idea where we are going to put all of this stuff ie mountains of pasta, heaps of tinned sweet corn, opened packages of food, unopened items of food, more tinned sweet corn, mouldy items of food, clothes (dirty), more pasta, 2 lots of bedding (dirty), towels (dirty), kettle, iron, more tinned sweet corn,cleaning products (bought by mother at the beginning of the year) (unopened), cooking equipment (dirty), more tinned sweet corn, cooking utensils (dirty), books, 3 boxes of shoes, more clothes (dirty), books, photos, folders, art work, CDs, DVDs, several A1 portfolios (ie HUGE slim briefcase type thingies). Open the garage door and loft hatch hubby!
Daughter LOVES pink – she has bright pink bedding, bright pink towels, bright pink fluffy mats, bright pink shower curtain – I think you kind of get the message. Yes, she’s Barbie reincarnate!
This morning, I started Mission Wash Up – ie washing a whole academic year’s worth of clothes and bedding etc. So far, it’s only 7am and I’ve already done 2 ‘pink loads’ and am now sitting at the kitchen table, tapping away on my laptop, surrounded by a very bright pink fluorescent haze coming through the kitchen window, emanating from all the VERY bright pink washing, which is now drying on the line!
It must be bad – daughter had just walked in to the kitchen, stopped dead in her tracks and said, ‘Wow, Pink!’
Daughter has now finished uni for the summer and has started to gradually bring her things back from Halls – ‘I can do it,’ very quickly came the response, when I asked if she needed any help. Mother suspects that Daughter is a little concerned that Mother might have a heart attack when she sees how Daughter has been living over the last 10 months.
Yesterday, daughter and favourite nephew drove to uni and filled up the car with her belongings. Last night they brought in boxes and boxes and boxes and boxes of stuff and dropped them on the kitchen floor – they looked so chuffed with themselves, as their ordeal, for the day, was over. And I sighed with a heavy heart, as we have a second house viewing at the weekend and have no idea where we are going to put all of this stuff ie mountains of pasta, heaps of tinned sweet corn, opened packages of food, unopened items of food, more tinned sweet corn, mouldy items of food, clothes (dirty), more pasta, 2 lots of bedding (dirty), towels (dirty), kettle, iron, more tinned sweet corn,cleaning products (bought by mother at the beginning of the year) (unopened), cooking equipment (dirty), more tinned sweet corn, cooking utensils (dirty), books, 3 boxes of shoes, more clothes (dirty), books, photos, folders, art work, CDs, DVDs, several A1 portfolios (ie HUGE slim briefcase type thingies). Open the garage door and loft hatch hubby!
Daughter LOVES pink – she has bright pink bedding, bright pink towels, bright pink fluffy mats, bright pink shower curtain – I think you kind of get the message. Yes, she’s Barbie reincarnate!
This morning, I started Mission Wash Up – ie washing a whole academic year’s worth of clothes and bedding etc. So far, it’s only 7am and I’ve already done 2 ‘pink loads’ and am now sitting at the kitchen table, tapping away on my laptop, surrounded by a very bright pink fluorescent haze coming through the kitchen window, emanating from all the VERY bright pink washing, which is now drying on the line!
It must be bad – daughter had just walked in to the kitchen, stopped dead in her tracks and said, ‘Wow, Pink!’
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It sounds like you are going to be very, very busy! You have to have words about the dirty cooking utensils though!
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