House to myself for the first time in ages. Started deep cleaning the upstairs and dancing and singing (badly) having a glorious time.
Pulled everything out of my wardrobe in our bedroom so I could sort through everything.
Sitting on the floor beside the open wardrobe screeching along to 90’s pop looked up and the window cleaner was on his ladders at the window. I just absolutely panicked and lord knows why but my brain decided it would be wise to make me crawl into the wardrobe and shut the door.
Like he clearly saw me - we maintained eye contact for a good 30 seconds.
The poor man perched on top of his ladders watching a fat lass crawl on her hands in knees into a wardrobe awkwardly pause and then start flailing a white chubby arm around trying desperately to reach the doors to close them. All whilst the spice girls sang how if you want to be my lover you gotta get with my friends.
Sat in there for at least half an hour to make sure he had gone before I dared come out. Now I need to move 🤦🏻♀️