After my debacle with the laundry I was looking forward to meeting a friend for lunch.
I drove to hers and was surprised to see, as I was approaching, that she appeared to be mopping her front step and looking more prepared for an afternoon's hard labour than a pleasant lunch.
Turned out I'd got the wrong day. Tomorrow we're meeting for lunch.
There are some days I shouldn't bother getting out of bed. It would help if I knew in advance though.
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I think that's a sign of something, Liz. What I found out what, I'll let you know, because I think I suffer from it, too.
Er, mopping the front step? Who is this clean person? Please send her over here stat.
Please do, robyn, and let me know if there's a cure.
I think she had just spilled something, anna!
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