I could have scrubbed all night

[desperance]

Between the end of the Grand Prix (yay Ferrari! mock the ambitions of McLaren!) and the start of My Fair Lady - viz, at about 2.45 this afternoon - I went out the front and ripped out the undergrowth that infests that little stretch of ground - it's about a yard deep, on average - between my house and the public street. I have guests coming tomorrow, and I don't suppose they're bringing machetes. So I went at the weedery bare-handed - and there must have been a teeny-tiny nettle in among the dandelions, because my hand suddenly went all stingy and ow. Ow, I said. And possibly other words. But I was a brave soldier, and carried on; and after a minute it was less excruciatingly painful and more interesting, and that was fine.

Except, it is now 5.15, almost at the end of My Fair Lady, and my hand is still all tingly and a little bit ow. That can't be right, can it? Nettle-stings don't last that long...?

Still, I am pleased with today. I have cleaned the stove! Almost all of it, including both ovens! And numerous surfaces and such. And I have fed laundry into the laundry-eating machine, and received clean linens in exchange. I have yet to scrub the kitchen floor, but hey. There's time. And then tomorrow I can hoover, as hoover I must. (Is it a generational thing, to speak of hoovering rather than vacuuming? It is the way I grew up, and what I do by nature, although none of my vacuums has ever been a Hoover; but I am more and more aware that fewer and fewer of my friends-and-acquaintances do it...)

Also, despite all this homemaking, I have written the better part of my word-ration, and will tackle the rest of it now. Still hating the book, but getting it done regardless; that's worth something.

And tonight I have confit of duck.

There is also this bottle of wine...

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*wriggles hand, and looks forward to the End of the World*

But watch out for those cars, y'know? All that getting knocked over, it's not good...