The housekeeper has not appeared, so I am avoiding the office by doing domestics. I don’t like doing domestics any more than I like an office, but this way it is easier to reward oneself on a regular basis with a gin and tonic.
The washing line is covered in ants. I find myself humming the theme tune to The Pink Panther. Which gets me thinking of Pink Panther strawberry chocolate bars. They were GREAT.
I can no longer bear the mouseshit in the living room, so I set about removing it. There is about a half kilo. It’s gross. I have a G&T.