Things that need doing

It was my birthday in March, it’s now nearly September and the three cards I received are still standing on my windowsill. On another windowsill, I have five filing boxes for storing bank statements, utility bills and such like. Next to the boxes is a pile of paper yet waiting to be filed away in the boxes. I sometimes sit for ages wishing I would get a duster and remove the dull grey coating that covers all my furniture, and I just can’t understand why I am prepared to waste ten minutes gazing at the crumbs under my table, yet begrudge spending a few seconds to get rid of them.

I hate clutter, which makes my tendency to create it both frustrating and puzzling. I might finish a jar of marmalade and rather than just throw the empty jar away, think, ah! that could come in handy for something, so I put it on top of the cupboard, next to the empty margarine carton. Then, one day, I will sit for ten minutes staring at the top of my cupboard thinking, hmm, I could put that lot in a plastic bag, take it out to the bin and be back in my chair -looking at nice, empty space on top of my cupboard- in less than two minutes. And, in deed, that is true; I could.

I don’t like doing housework, it’s as simple as that. Yes, I know lots of people don’t like housework yet still get on and do it, but knowing that is not enough to motivate me to do it. There are so many other things I would rather be doing, and that I would be doing if I could be bothered. But the thing is, I am bothered; this sorry state of affairs bothers me very much.

Anyway, enough is enough -I thought- so I finally did something about it; I wrote it all down, and here it is. I feel much better now. Although while I was writing I couldn’t help noticing the state of my keyboard, it’s a disgrace.