The bench is tidy now, the dishes put away in the cupboard, the beans in our stomachs. On the way there, I cleaned the shower, the bathroom sink, made a half-assed effort at sort of wiping out the millenia of baked on grease in the oven, gave the non-working ensuite a good scrub, watered the garden, hung out the washing, induced three children to fold some washing, take out rubbish and vacuum the lounge, baked banana bread and fresh bread, took Nathan to the doctors, picked up my three monthly supply of thyroxine, found a couple of little presents for Eilidh's birthday, wiped the benches and dining room table, fixed the problem I had accidentally caused in my ripple blanket, cleaned the washing machine, texted Warren, texted friends, noted down a phone number I needed to call the hairdresser for Iona tomorrow, wrote a list of things to do tomorrow, answered questions, gave permissions, put washing away and washed the next lot of dishes. Sprayed the deck to kill off the moss. Sat down a few times.
I don't make a living from it, but it helps make a life.
