Did I ever tell you I’m a bit of a neat freak? Just a little bit, you understand. Just in the way that if, say, the room I’m in is untidy, I’ll get all itchy and not be able to breathe. I mean, I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.
Anyway, this is the latest Ikea Watch:
That? Oh, you know, that’s just the back of the couch. I am TOTALLY coping with it all. Sure, today I announced I was going to take my laptop, get in the car and just drive, purely to get away from it all, but seriously, I was kidding! I am fine with the state the house is in at the moment, and I know it will all be worth it once we finally get off our asses and get things sorted. For real. Also, we have other, more important things to worry about at the moment. Like the Cable Monster we found hiding behind our desks when we moved them:
The new desks are actually in situ now, as is the red filing cabinet and most of the other stuff we bought at Ikea. So it’s really just the detrius we’re left with, and, given that the council can’t come to take it all away until Monday, looks like it’s the valium for me again. Ah well.
Speaking of the council, though, remember that time I reported our noisy neighbour, and the nice man came round and listened to me whine for a while? Well, not long after that a nice letter popped through the mail from none other than VICTIM SUPPORT, who were offering to, y’know, support me, because I am a victim. Needless to say, this was enough to snap me back to reality pretty quick, and that particular neighbour shut up after that, so I didn’t trouble them again.
This morning, though, another letter popped in, which Terry opened before he realised that although it had our address on it, it had someone else’s name. (No, he really did open it thinking it was for him, I’m not just saying that). Well, whaddya know, it was another letter from Victim Support, also offering help and assistance "following your report of anti social behaviour". WELL. At first I was elated by the knowledge that someone else in our street had had reason to report one of our habitually noisy neighbours. "I am not alone!" I thought, jubilantly. There are others like me out there – others who think that, hell no! Loud music every day is not acceptable, and we will fight them on the beaches, by God we will!
I must admit, you're very brave … having a rubin AND white leather furnishings
Iknow! What the hell were we thinking?! Those sofas are GONE in the next round of rennovations – we've already got our eye on a nice red sofa that Rubin can't possobly ruin. Or CAN he?
Amber don't worry you're not alone in your OC
I too can't stand anything being out of place. It's a well known joke between the man and I that when he first saw my room I apologised for it been a bit messy-all because I'd left my hairbrush and a pair fo socks on my bed. I kid you not. The shame!
Anyway.
Glad to hear I'm not the only one, Jen – and yes, I too have often found myself apologising for the mess in the house, only for the guests to look around puzzled, going "Where is it, then?" I bet you don't have a Cable Monster, though…