Now I am very tidy in the house but my car is squallid. DP got in it last night and said 'Christ GetOrf, this is like a builder's van'. And it is. I looked at it this morning and I have four empty drinks bottles, a coffee cup, a Sunday Times from 3 weeks ago, 3 pairs of shoes, 2 suit jackets, a book, 2 tennis rackets, a bag of maltesers (these were hidden under the seat, an unexpected treat) and about 10 cd cases in the footwell. There are also about a dozen old parking tickets on the dashboard.
DP can't believe I drive round a car which is such a tip. He says that I am a hypocrite for nagging him about putting orange juice back in the fridge when my car is such a state.
I don't care. I tidy everything else I can't be arsed to clean out my bloody car