I am up to my elbows in housework. Urgh!
Now as you may have heard me say, if one is in the mood, the zone, then hurrah for housework!
However if you are not and simply have to do it because your floor resembles that of a barn, your clothes have all but vanished to the great washing pile and, in my case, it is 12th night and you have to get those decs down sharpish, then it is....pure, tedious, murderous hell!
So I am putting on Adele (though perhaps Mozart's Requiem reflects my current black looks better?!) and marching through it!
"Right its you v me, Christmas Tree!"