Cleaning Day!

Being the saintly wife that I am (!) I decided to do something nice for my Husband and clean the house from top to bottom.
Now, for those of you that realy know me, you'll know that my biggest strength is deligation, you'll also know that my biggest weakness is actually doing hard work... But as I have a week off between finishing my old job and starting my new one, I thought I would have a go at cleaning. My justification being that cleaning the house is a workout in itself so therefore I don't have to go to the gym today! Mr T and I have had endless discussions about getting a cleaner in... I'm pro cleaner... Life's too bloody short to mop up. Mr T is against 'I don't want a stranger in my house' Mother In Law offered to be my cleaner but is it wise to have her rummaging through my things??? Hmmmm.....
So, let me tell you what I did today... Firstly I decided that I would reward myself with a coffee after each room I cleaned. I started with a coffee, then did the bathroom. I cleaned all the tiles, bleached the floor etc. Had a coffee. Then I did the kitchen. I scrubbed everything then had a coffee. By this time I was ready to climb the walls with caffine. Change of plan... Put some tunes on (MOS sessions 7, doesn't everyone miss Frankie Knuckles??) and swop coffee for wine. Cleaned bedroom, all nice clean sheets, straightened up front room. Lovely Mum called, a nice distraction so we chatted for an hour about should we have mulled wine or champers on Christmas Eve and what pressies we are buying. Phone call ends and I decide that cleaning really isn't for me (this was confirmed by my mum also) I just can't understand the fact that it is a horrible mess of a cycle where you clean something and then it gets dirty again.
Anyways, looking around my hard work I decide, House clean? Gleaming, house tidy? Immaculate then I hear a key in the door.
Mr T is home....
Carhartt rucksack gets 'thrown' on the floor, Northface jacket gets 'flung' over the bannister, Nike IDs get 'kicked' off, IPOD, mobile and other technology stuff that us women aren't supposed to 'get' get 'shoved' onto the stair case. My eye brows hit my hairline (good job I haven't had botox... Yet) I inform Mr T 'I've cleaned this bloody house today!' He responds 'Oh, nice one babe... Well done!'
This is totally the time to bring up the cleaner discussion again....
Rach xxx
Often Imitated, Never Duplicated!

Last Day At Work

So I rock up to Head Office, feeling all empowered at the prospect of a new start. I'm here to drop my car off (ahhh, the mazda 6, what great memories we have like the time when i drove into a wall in a car park in High Wycombe, stupid multi stories!) and complete an exit interview.
As I wonder round the building saying goodbye to people, I actually feel quite sad, it's the end of an era. I think about all the friendships I have made and long will those friendships continue thanks to facebook.
On the way out, I decide to drop by Mr CEO's office. In all fairness he stops his meeting to have a chat with me. I have a particular soft spot for Mr CEO... He is neither old or grumpy which you would expect with the job title but rather quite brilliant and charismatic.
We chat for a while then he looks me straight in the eye and confidently says 'You'll be back Rach', I hold his stare and reply 'Sure, when you have a place on the board, give me a buzz' (What a cool parting shot!!)
It is an emotional day which I was not expecting and I even questioned myself 'I'm I doing the right thing leaving?' Then Mr T calls and asks if I fancy meeting him in Birmingham for a bit of shopping and a night fuelled with champagne... All previous thoughts are forgotten as I jump on the train to meet him....
Rach xxx
Often Imitated, Never Duplicated!

Hot Fuzz!!

Hi Guys,
Following on from my 'near death' experience... A police Man came to my house.
I answered the door and all I can say is 'Hello Hello Hello!'
The Sergent came in and settled himself, I offered tea or coffee, he asked for coffee, black... hmmmm...
Mr T was watching footie on the box... No surprises there! That may be the reason why the old bill stayed so long...
He asked to see my driving license, my eyes popped out of my head. I've raised a complaint, why do I need to produce documents? Anyway, I cautiously passed over the tatty piece of paper that is my old school license, he chose not to look at the penalties and I chose not to look at the fact he was not drinking my coffee.
He asked for my number which I then asked Mr T to read out. Police Man started laughing and queried 'Don't you know your number?'
I responded 'No, I never call myself, so I don't know my number'
He replied 'I know my number' and I could not resist saying:
'So do I... It's 999!!!'
Shortly after Old bill decided to depart... Me and Mr T chuckled over many police jokes, I then thought that I will go to the gym tomorrow.... For a sun bed! Obviously I'm not fully recovered yet!!!
Rach: Often imitated, Never Duplicated xxxx

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