One cup of disappointment, hot.

[supermouse]

So, I came home after two weeks. The house is a shit hole; the kitchen bins are both full and there's rubbish on the kitchen sides. The dishwasher is full, but the pots in it are dirty. There is another load of dirty pots on the side. The fridge is packed full, including out of date food. There are no clean small plates. The whole place looks neglected, like it's all being left for someone else to deal with and that someone else hasn't been there yet.

Most of the problem seems to be down to two single jobs not being done, both of which are very, very simple: emptying the kitchen bins when they are full and replacing the bags, which takes one minute in total. Running the dishwasher, which takes about ten seconds. Not doing those two quick jobs leaves a mess which is going to take an hour to clean up. Both these jobs should really be done every day.

I don't honestly know whether to hide in my room all day, to rest and recover from yesterday (which was twenty-two hours long and involved a shopping run around town, some heavy gardening and a trip from Nottingham to Bolton via Woodhead) or go down and clean it all up so I can feel at home while I catch up with missed television.

The living room is full of boxes, but somehow I expected that.