I’ve left today’s daily scribble til late again so I’m not going to do a long complex post.

I came home from work today (which by the way was twice as stressful as yesterday because we were busier and still not enough chefs and I had some dodgy moments with orders and customers waiting).  From the looks on my colleagues faces and a few snappy words exchanged – I won’t even begin to describe the language coming from our head-chef’s mouth – I’m pretty sure everyone was a little (a lot) stressed out.

What fun.

After all that, I came home, had a cup of tea and decided to tackle our bedroom.

To be clear, it didn’t look as though a bomb hit it, to use the general term for a messy room.

Rather it looked like we had emptied half the contents of the cupboards all over the desk, the floor and the bed; dozens of old receipts covered the desk like confetti, a pile of dirty laundry lay in a heap in the corner, several pairs of shoes provided excellent opportunities for me to fall on my face while going to the bathroom at night, a layer of dust had turned the white bookshelves to grey, the bin was over-flowing, the carpet (what little you could see) needed hoovering… it was insane.

And I don’t normally let it get so bad.  But it had spiralled out of control and badly needed cleaning and organizing.

So I did it.

Now it feels like a sweet kiss to my soul to walk into the room and see it so clean and tidy, empty desk and floor and a perfectly made bed with a sweet young man lying in it watching Indian news on his phone.

I think it might be time I joined him.  Before my eyes fall out of my head with tiredness.

Good night and sweet dreams.

Ciao darlings!

Lizzie xxxx