Hoover the whole flat.
Spend half an hour cleaning the floor with your super-dooper new mop until it is shiny.
Spend the remainder of the afternoon whiling away the time making a spreadsheet for your finances (an optional addition here is to be surprised that you are enjoying the challenge).
Realise that you are cutting it a bit fine to have your dinner cooked before Doctor Who comes on the TV.
Rush into the kitchen.
Take out the components of your intended dinner from the fridge and shove them on the side.
Attempt to get a plate, cutlery, saucepans and a grill pan organised all at once.
Watch helplessly as one of your wildly flailing limbs drifts out of your control in slow motion and neatly swipes your intended dinner ingredients all over your nice clean floor.
Swear. Lots. With bells on.
Start again, with even less time, more cleaning up and without the dinner you had been looking forward to. You may even find that slamming cupboard doors helps. Even if it doesn't, do it anyway.
Arse. At least it's cooking now, even if it looks like it won't be ready in time.
posted by Brock @ Saturday, June 04, 2005
3 Comments:
At least it was a clean floor, eh?
"i want this floor so clean i could eat my dinner off it!"
You're a clumsy bugger, really, aren't you?
I seem to remember it's not that long since you inflicted some other mishap on yourself .... didn;t you spill something on your carpet? And then there was that slip at work when you did your back.
You're a danger to shipping.
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