Me and Jamie have been helping Holly ze Cat set up her Myspace account. I've been so busy helping her that I've neglected my own wee blog. Not that there's much to report. Holly probably has more going on her life than I do. The weekend was shameful. Not a tap of booze was lipped on St. Paddy's day. On Sunday poor mum had to settle with a messenger (in the form of Jamie) telling her, Happy Mother's day, sorry Hannah hasn't got you a card or a present but she's useless and has no ability to forward plan for such occasions.
In fact, rather than getting roaring drunk on Saturday, me and Jamie spent the day furiously cleaning the house as someone was coming to view it. This involved a lot of clearing out. Things that we save up to be recycled but never actually get round to recycling. I had a couple of bin bags full of clothes for charity. We also had a few bin bags full of bottles and 6 bin bags full of paper to be recycled. It made me feel bad that there was a whole forest in our house. I feel good that it's being recycled but the fact that people can ever accumulate so much paper in the first place is amazing. Most of it was newspapers and tat mags but a lot of it was junk mail and rubbish leaflets they stick through your door. This is what we cut down our oxygen supply for. Bits of rubbish with rubbish on them.
Anyway, it's crap having people come look at your house. It forces you to do housework and all for the sake of 10 minutes. You feel like an idiot pretending to make the house seem nice when really you couldn't give a rat's ass.
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