Yesterday I went to the supermarket, did the washing up, hoovered and scrubbed the drinks stain out of the carpet. That is how I spent my Sunday.
Housework is something I have grown to like over the last few years.
Sometimes with anxiety when it prevents you from going out housework can give you something positive to do. Sometimes, if I know I’m not going out after a hard week, waking up with a full list of chores to do can give me a purpose. It gives me a good workout. Three or four years ago I wouldn’t have thought I would be saying housework gets me out of bed in the morning, but isn’t that a sign things can change?
As anyone who knows me would tell you, I do like a nice smelling body wash. I clocked this in the supermarket and had to buy it. The packaging is so eye catching. I’m always dubious about products that promise a long lasting scent, but I used this body wash in the evening and I woke up smelling of papaya. Yay.
Smells like freshly washed bed sheets, mown grass, and buttered toast lift your mood.
I finished off with a glass of Robinson’s summer fruits squash. Yep, the best season of the year is upon us. Summer.
If you would like to read some seasonal poetry, maybe try my book Here Comes the Sun?