Further to yesterday's post...
Last night I cleaned my front door. My FRONT DOOR. Like Nora Batty with my bucket of soapy water and cleaning cloth, I polished the darn thing til it gleamed.
At 8pm - after work. And then, I tidied my garden, cleaning the garden furniture and when that was done I had the polish out and cleaned the living room and mopped all the floors.
It won't end well, I tell you.
(ETA: Wrote 300 words. Some of them good. Even a funny line about a chocolate doodah)