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| Tuesday, November 22, 2005 |
| Tuesday |
Ata has not been well. Poor, poor Ata. Sob, sob, etc.
Alright, so I'm a hypochondriac. So sue me. Or leave me to suffer in pain and misery. It's your choice.
Today (whilst in the waiting room at the GP - I'd just like to point out that I don't touch Women's Weekly outside waiting rooms) I read half an article about Jools Oliver. You know, Jamie Oliver's spouse. Apparently she is very very tidy and fussy about keeping the house neat. I have a Friend like that. Well, alright, I have a few Friends like that (my theory is that they're friends with me to balance out the unreasonable tidyness in their own lives), but one is more severe than others. What I most don't understand is that she displays her extreme cleanliness as if it's a good thing. If I felt compelled to have my lounge seats dry-cleaned after my in-laws visited, I wouldn't be proud of it. How she fits in working as well as cleaning, I'll never know. Sometimes I feel like she tells me about how tidy she has to be to get me to tell her it's okay.
The most bizarre thing is, we get along well. I don't put my feet on the seats at her place, she doesn't look at the carpet at my place.
Although I can't remember one occasion of her using the toilet here. Darnit, it's impossible to get all the dust out from behind the pipes! |
posted by Ata @ 2:03 pm  |
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