I rolled out of the bed and could barely feel my
legs. Anybody who’s ever worked out knows what the second day at the gym is
like. The morning was mostly usual, except that I decided to eat mangoes and
drink milk for breakfast. (You know you’re getting old when you gulp down plain
milk without a fuss because you’re worried about your knees). Dad had a friend
of his in the food business deliver a couple of orgasmic Alphonsos home last
week (of course, mom took a couple for them too.)
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A fine beginning to the day
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So after I had a happy
breakfast and the plants had theirs, I was off.
I had an exceptionally busy day at work but
managed to make two dinner and one lunch plan for the coming week. Those
gravies aren’t going to last forever. Oh, yeah. Did I mention? I can’t cook.
Ok, seriously, it’s nothing to do with being
spoiled. I just never felt the need, you know? That department was well taken
care of and I couldn’t be bothered, really. I make a mean breakfast but my idea
of a self-made main course is Maggi.
After yesterday’s battle with the frozen gravy,
I’d learned my lesson and had placed the box in the fridge. I quickly scooped
out a little and micro-waved it. But
there was no time for frivolity today. Would the help show up or would I have a
repeat telecast of the yesterday’s no show? I quickly dumped my clothes in the
machine and switched it on. I had a good number of them that needed
hand washing and my gut said I was going to have to do the honours. So I
listened to it.
No sign of her today as well. I still
haven’t mustered the energy to sweep and swab because I keep forgetting how to
walk properly thanks to all those squats! I just got done with whatever
cleaning and tidying I could manage, and decided to write this post. Now I’m off
to wash my hair and hope not to fall asleep in the process!
So
what I’m really trying to say is:
1)
Be creative, have some fun. Routines are boring and depressing.
2)
Moisturise your hands.
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