There isn't a complete word....

....for what I want to express right now. So I'm going to have to make one up and then describe it all. So, I'm right calroggered at the moment. Why? Well, every week these days I make sure I swab round the kitchen and bathroom floors with the mop and the industrial cleaner, since landlady told us off in-so-many-words for being messy buggers, which was a fair point. What irks me more is that I'm the only one doing this, and the only one who wipes the hob down, or sweeps or does any hoovering. Arse, eh? But what are you supposed to say to people? Demand that they clean? Dont think so. Anyhow. Just done my weekly swab down - and this cleaner smells pretty distinctive, it's the public building cleaner smell - and so bathroom floor is still a little wet. And so housemate decides, less than one bloody minute after I've cleaned it, to wander across it with muddy outdoor shoes and leave footprints all over it. Which he does all the time anyway, and doesnt seem to notice in the slightest. I'm calroggered, and that's all there is too it.

I also seem to have turned into a comedy housewife from the 1950s.

This is a disturbing development, and will need sorting out (hopefully this weekend with lots of mile-munching (:-) ) though it does mean I'll be turning up to work tomorrow in my out-and-out get-up, and will no doubt face quite a bit of stick.....hmmmm......

Off to launder some trousers. Again with the housewife bit. And after all the cooking incidents too, I'd be quite concerned with myself if it wasnt for the fact that I kicked some serious chemistry arse today!