Even my fridge is neglected
You may or may not have noticed the tag line for this blog. I am a fraud on both levels. I am not writing and I am not cleaning my fridge. My fridge contains:
- One almost-empty bottle of milk
- One shrivelled romana lettuce
- Four bottles of vodka ice - mmmmmm
- One bottle of pinot grigio
- Boursin cheese
- Houmus (is that spelt right? it looks wrong)
So, it’s not exactly a FULL fridge in need of reorganisatioin, but it could probably do with a clean. Apathy is my middle name. I have no excuses for apathy because I have something so amazing to help me write now that I know the only thing stopping me is me. I can’t write about what that thing is yet because it is too lovely and deserves more attention than I can give it now, while watching Desperate Housewives.
Bow and I are in Lothlorien. She is curled up on the desk right beneath the anglepoise lamp - in other words, she is slowly cooking herself. Bow is my cat (not the one featured elsewhere on this blog). I don’t know how she knows when I’m in Lothlorien, but she always does. Lothlorien is the name of my office, which is a glorified shed in the garden - I will post some pictures one of these days.
I think Bow must listen for me to leave the house and then she trots out and scratches the door of Lothlorien so I let her in. So I’m thinking that maybe she does that every time I go out. What if she spends entire days scratching at the door while I am at work? That would be too sad! Maybe I need to fit a cat flap for Lothlorien. That would solve the problem.