Horse Face

Eleven

I'm glad to see the back of the weekend, yesterday was insufferably long, mainly because I spent most of it catching up on housework and washing. It seems that I am the only one who knows how to do certain things. If I have to remove one more empty toilet roll off the holder, I might just go insane. How it's any easier to put the new roll on the cistern casing behind you, instead of on the holder next to you, is beyond me. I uncharitably found myself wishing mechanical neck pain on each and every one of my housemates. So, I wasn't in the best of moods to start with, but I was content enough; pottering about avoiding everyone and going from room to room, muttering about laziness and hotels and being a slave and so on. However, as the day wore on, the tasks became more irritating, and my mood got worse and worse. What started out as avoiding everyone, ended up with me actively seeking out people to shout at. Anyway, by about three o clock, Philip decided he was going to take Rosa to the arcades, and in fairness he did ask me if I wanted to come and get out of the house for a bit. But then he ruined it by saying, 'it might cheer you up,' and this understandably set me off again. I started shouting things like; 'is it any wonder I'm in this mood when I have to clear up after you bloody lot?' And 'how nice of you to be able to absolve of all responsibility and piss off out, to jolly it up in the arcades.' It was at that exact point, that point Philip was doing his shoelaces up and getting ready to run out of the house quicker than a Turkey in November. I finished by saying; 'you go and have a really fun time and I will stay here and clean this absolute hovel of a house.' like St Martyr himself. Then, when he went, I rather immaturely sent him a text saying, 'And you went without me, thanks a lot.'

Cam cleverly stayed out of the way all day, I'm not sure whether he was avoiding me or was just too hungover to come downstairs, or maybe both. Either way it bloody well served him right and aside from giving him a glass of water at 8AM because he was being sick, I left him to it and let that be a lesson to him. A complete shift in attitude from the night before, not helped by him coming downstairs at 6PM to tell me that he needed cooking ingredients for tomorrow. Of course he did, because who doesn't need cooking ingredients at 6PM on a Sunday when all the shops closed at 4.

It's never normal ingredients that schools need either is it? You never get a list that says margarine, bread and milk. I bet they sit in the staffroom saying things like 'well the curriculum suggests teaching sandwich making, but let's give the parents a challenge as well.' And you know those parents that say things like; 'if Mr Sodding Reed wants you to have Chia-seed horse burger rolls then he can bloody well buy them?' Well, it's me, I am those parents. The point is, I was driving round all the garages last night looking for 150grams of mince and a large jacket potato. In the end, I managed to buy a pack of meatballs and told Cam to take a rolling pin and flatten them out. Also, I am not wasting money on a packet of jacket potato's, when I have perfectly nice Maris Pipers (not a euphemism) in the cupboard. They will cook just as well, and they will be quicker. A large jacket takes ages, I'm sure his cooking lesson isn't three hours long so who's the real winner?

Rebecca, to her credit did shove a couple of loads of washing in and pegged them out so that was helpful and then she went to her 'friends' where she stayed overnight. I didn't quiz her, and I didn't give her a hard time either, because I am still grateful that she offered to have Rosa on Saturday, and it wasn't her fault that she put Cam's white shirts in with the darks. He always looks like an orphan anyway, what with his refusing to have a haircut and living in joggers and t shirts.

Anyway, I'm feeling better today since I stropped off to bed early last night, and my house is still clean and tidy, which I always think puts people in a better mood. I'm feeling quite productive, so I do my usual Monday thing and stack the dishwasher, wipe the sides, log in to my laptop and then go into the kitchen to swich on the kettle. I am pouring boiling water into a mug with instant coffee, when I hear the ping of an email. No doubt someone is retiring or leaving or telling me I have to attend a training course. I carry on stirring in sweetener and getting the milk out the fridge and I hear it ping again. Ok, I'm coming, I'm coming.