Little Fink and I have been off school/work 4 days out of 5 last week. Mainly due to the school staff - already low on numbers - not being able to get into work from their distant homes. We had a lovely week, enjoying Mr Fink's company on a couple of occasions, when we all went out in the snow and sledged/sledded, snowballed, snowmanned and iglooed.
Mr Fink joined the ranks of the hundreds of other fathers that do not routinely slide down hills on their bottoms, when he woke up suffering from lower back twinges - "Ooh me coccyx!" he groaned, at least that's what I THINK he said?
Big Mac and AbuDhabi came round on Thursday as their school was also closed due to inclement weather. You know when you've been a slob and not done any housework when your good friend looks at your dark wood sideboard and says, "I'm glad you don't take dusting too seriously either."
I'm not house proud but it strikes a nerve when your household cleanliness is so bad your pals see it as an opportunity for humour.
So, now that it is Sunday, a mere 3 days after the comment, I feel bad enough about it to get the fluffy duster out!
Stand by your beds for inspection - if it don't move, clean it, if it does move, chuck it in the bath!
