Housework

My Mum and Dad arrive later from Cornwall in preparation of this wedding we've got to go to tomorrow. Now I'm looking forward to this as I don't get to see 'em that much. It does mean however that I've got to do...HOUSEWORK!!!!

I quick flick round with the Dyson isn't really good enough I'm afraid, so it'll require the full works. Housework is that thing that I always mean to do but I'm nearly always too knackered to actually complete. And when I'm not to knackered or sore I can't be arsed because the housework will make me knackered and sore.

But it's got to to be done. It means cleaning the bathroom (it's not dirty but there is my clean and my Mum's clean), dusting, hoovering, changing the bed clothes so they can sleep in my bed, chucking all the accumalated shite that I've meant to chuck out for ages blah, blah, blah...

Being a crip and doing housework is not something that goes hand in hand really is it? I know my Mum will be in the kitchen tidying up before you can say 'cream cleanser' as well. So is it really worth doing...?