Confessions of a domestic slattern

It's just drudge, drudge, drudge and I confess I put things like ironing off until I really have to do it. On a "toast for dinner" kind of week I don't even wash up until I'm faced with the possibility of toast in a bowl.

I did pretty well today though, if Barry could convert his interest into actual ironing skills that would be great. Or hoovering. Or just making a cup of tea occasionally.