It's a sunny Sunday.
My list for today's activities contains the following.
*Get through heaps of laundry. BIG HEAPS
*Clean the house. BIG CLEAN.
*Collect and carry two sofas to our house, and somehow squeeze them into a living room with three sofas already in it. This means we will now have five sofas in there. Yesterday, with a hangover, or maybe still tipsy, I purchased two sofas at a knock down bargain price. They'll fit nicely into the house we're moving into in three weeks.... they just won't fit nicely into our present abode. Also, eventually, they'll be perfect for the house in Manchester. Because I was a bit miffed when I had my house valued to be told, 'Well, none of the furniture matches, which doesn't make it as appealing as some of the other houses we've sold here.'
Lulu, my former housemate will be helping me. She called at 8am this morning, and we chatted for an hour.
How she actually rises happily out of bed at that time on a Sunday morning, I cannot comprehend.
*Tackle mummy admin:
accepting school places, and rejecting school place
arranging social things for said child
trying to get up to speed on birthday cards
*Tackling moving house admin.
Ooooooooo now my list is too long and I just know that I won't get any of it done. At some point, I must also sit down to write my novel.