...And still have begged for more...
Jun. 23rd, 2008 04:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperance"Mr Brenchley, I fear you have a foul house."
"No, no, my lord, I assure you, parts of it are excellent."
...And parts of it, of course, still scrofulate a raw heron, because a man can't do everything.
Funny thing is, of course, a few days ago I thought I could. Even last night, going to bed in the conscious satisfaction of stuff done, things achieved, I thought today would be easy. A little light shopping, a little light hoovering...
Hah! I should know better. I do know better. It's coming up five o'clock and I have to leave in two hours, and... Well. Raw heron. Scrofula. Like that.
But I do have sight of the bedroom floor, which is something. Gives my guests something to walk on, that at least.
Now I shall tackle their bed. And then - well. That little light hoovering I mentioned? Like, a houseworth? Yup. That. It's a Balrog, and I am weary already.
"No, no, my lord, I assure you, parts of it are excellent."
...And parts of it, of course, still scrofulate a raw heron, because a man can't do everything.
Funny thing is, of course, a few days ago I thought I could. Even last night, going to bed in the conscious satisfaction of stuff done, things achieved, I thought today would be easy. A little light shopping, a little light hoovering...
Hah! I should know better. I do know better. It's coming up five o'clock and I have to leave in two hours, and... Well. Raw heron. Scrofula. Like that.
But I do have sight of the bedroom floor, which is something. Gives my guests something to walk on, that at least.
Now I shall tackle their bed. And then - well. That little light hoovering I mentioned? Like, a houseworth? Yup. That. It's a Balrog, and I am weary already.