Mysterys

Its gone 9.00am in the morning and the sun is shining which is actually fabulous. Will no doubt mow the lawn at some point, possibly catch some Sun on my Lilly white Celtic skin. The kitchen feels deliciously warm, so why do I have to sort my laundry?, and why do I have to embrace the dull, inevitable concept of catching up with my Ironing, a monster of a basket that grows insidiously in the corner of my Kitchen sticking its two fingers up at me. Why can't I get my Whites, white?. Why of all the vegetables I keep in my Kitchen, am I always sweeping up the dried onion skins?. Why does Max constantly use the bathroom towels and then throws them on the floor?. Why does Max never clean the Microwave?. Why can't 'Saffi' sort out her own cat food?, and empty her litter tray?. Why does Emma hardly ever do the washing up? and why was my belief in true Love and romance totally sucked out of me?. Life has it's mystery's to be sure.