There are side-effects to this dating/sex thing which was not entirely expected by me (although, if I had really thought about it, it would have been obvious).
One thing is that the house must be clean for I don’t know who may be coming round at short notice. I can make the excuse that the house is a mess once or, maybe, twice – but not always.
So, as a result, I now have cleaners coming in tomorrow to fix the place up. And then they’re (hopefully) going to come in twice a week to keep it that way. It should be every day but there’s no way I can afford that. It’s the dogs, you see. To keep it really clean, the hoover should come out and the floors then mopped, as I did when I was off when we first had Dino.
So that’s one thing. The other being that I really need to get my act into gear and get some storage . I cannot have ‘people’ here with the place looking as if I moved in yesterday. For me, of course, it’s OK but from an outside eye it’s not!
Anyway, next weekend, I’ve agreed with my mate S, we’ll go and get the table (so, at least I can do dinners) and, maybe, we can call in at an IKEA on the way to look at a wardrobe and some other cupboards. Then I shall speak to my other mate, A, about using his workmen to get it all fixed up and, maybe a bit of painting and so on.
So, suddenly this thing that I thought was all about how I look (as that’s what attracts people first, whatever anyone may say) and then what my character is like (if we get to the point of a meeting) is now about my whole bloody life and everything about the way I live!
In the meantime, I’m getting quite addicted to the online thing. Real life stuff starts again tomorrow and really gets going next week, probably.
I need more sleep, for certain.by