Which I singularly failed to do on Saturday.
And not napping as I had managed.
Sunday involved a trip to the Fortnum and Mason of E14 which was a delight to behold and something everyone should aspire to do.
If they are insane.
I really don't know what I was thinking, the worst place to be on a Sunday is the Burdett Road Lidl as the entire populace has clearly forgotten that they needed food and must rush out to get it now. Which would be okay if they didn't bring their entire family with them to share the moment.
After a soothing nanana milkshake (two nananas, remains of cornish ice cream, milk, blend, wince at ice cream headache) I tackled the uncharted territory of the downstairs loo. Now you have to understand that whilst we have this for guests we almost never use it as it's normally crammed with shoes, more shoes, bags, extra shoes, boots and a few more bags along with the evil vacuum cleaner, skittles, bits of artwork that have been forgotten about and my trusty zebra trolley bag.
In short, it's not our finest moment. Though it's also not the worse place in Contrary Towers.
I imagine the room won't last long in this state...
The next job was the scary one... As we will need somewhere to store various bits and pieces of Clare's when she buggers off for her big adventure next year I really needed to do something about the tumult of the useless store cupboard.
So now the cupboard is clear, reorganised and I even managed to not throw out everything! It'll never catch on.
So all in all an unexpectedly productive weekend. I even created a new dictionary definition for a word...
Declare: to make your kitchen spotless whilst your flatmate is on holiday.
Well it made me giggle...