I pulled all the furniture out and hoovered under it.
I cleaned my kitchen windows.
I finally emptied my laundry hamper and washed all the clothes, dried them, folded them and put them away.
I cooked an inordinate amount of fresh, wholesome food for my family to turn their noses up at.
I tackled the stair basket which has become the dumping ground.
I went through our paper work, recycled what needed to be recycled, shredded what needed to be shredded and filed what needed to be filed.
I changed all the bed linen.
I cleaned even the darkest crevices of the bathroom.
I ironed our clothes for the week ahead.
I did our shopping.
I stayed within my WeightWatchers points.
I didn't write.
Avoidance therapy anyone?