Well after yesterday's cereal bar debacle I was sorely tempted to try the cafe down the road, they've got eggs benedict on special this week. Thought I'd pop my head round here first though to see what Wombat has rustled up, and what do I find? Wormy stood in the pantry shovelling cocoa pops (without milk) into her mouth in desperate fashion. I don't think she saw me, she was crunching loudly and murmering with pleasure 
Seriously Wombat, you ok? Worm, life isn't fair is it, but everything happens for a reason. I hope she rises to the occasion (with your support, bless) and also knocks the smoking on the head, makes me feel grrr, then oooh, none of my business, then grrrr....
Harassed, I'm not a domestic goddess by any stretch!
I don't like dust, and rambling balls of fluff and cat hair moving like tumbleweed across the wooden floor; depending on where I am in my cycle, I will either close the blinds so that the sun does not illuminate the dust-rovers, or I will get the swifter out, and wipe around bits of furniture, trilling happily.
Neither method is thorough, I'd say I was very neat but not particulary hygienic as far as housework is concerned. In my personal appearance it's the other way round!
The 2ww is about 3 months long this month, endless endless. I think I've stopped shagging too soon; unless I have the luteal phase of an elephant then nowt is happening this month.
Right, eggs benedict calls!