allana | Housework whinge

Almost done....

Our hoover is just at the right height for me to have to stoop when using it. So, my lower-back is locked up tighter than Fort Knox. Plus, it has all the sucking power of an octogenarian. Dysons are supposed to never lose their suction! One day someone will invent nanites which will keep the house clean....

On the plus side, I've discovered a vast selection of pens and pencils which appear to have attempted a valiant bid for freedom. By rolling into dark corners. They've been safely corralled in a beer-cozy. But even better are my sunglasses! I need to remember that tidying away glasses into bags of paperwork is unwise.

I also need to get better at housework. Still, you should all come round and see my surfaces sparkle.

Oh, a fic rec: Mostly Harmless by Bliss.

Now the writing isn't stellar (nor indeed, dreadful), but this little ficlet still remains as one of my favourite J/J stories (and the best story on Metslash). The premise is excellent and I really wish