Mess

I honestly don't know where mess comes from. I tidied up last week before going away for three days leaving the house to Pickle and the cat sitter. I got back on the Friday night to see the place as tidy as I'd left it, and smelling of vanilla air freshener.

The next morning I went to London to meet an old student (very drunken afternoon/evening as it turned out) and spent most of Sunday sitting very, very still indeed.

Monday I was up at 4.45am as I had to go to Leicester and wasn't back until 8pm. Went straight to bed after watching Law and Order.

Tuesday I went into work and then sat at the computer all night trying to get my new Palm to work. Wednesday I spent at home trying to write a sample chapter of my new book and then went to the gym, followed by a rare early night.

Now here I am writing this surrounded by old newspapers I don't remember buying, a pile of washing up (did I eat this week?), a fetid bathroom (personally i am clean, but when i shower it obviously just gets sprayed over the walls rather than going down the drain) and a bedroom piled high with dirty washing and a desk covered in paper, books and CDs (even though I don't play CDs anymore, as I use iTunes streaming wirelessly to my stereo).

Where does it come from? I haven't done anything this week!

Maybe it's a girl thing? The messier the flat the more likely I am to get a surprise visitor who will have a go at me about the mess only for me to protest that it was tidy yesterday and it's not normally like this, honest.

iTunes now playing: Summa from the album Summa by Part, Arvo