Saturday, May 12
There I was, watching a perfectly shit film while Rachael was at college, and my pangs of conscience made me switch it off, don the marigolds and attempt to clean the bathroom. Bit of 'Lime Lite', bit of 'Mould and Mildrew' and the bathroom will be gleaming. First the mirror covering half one wall.
That mirror looks dirty, I thought, she'll really appreciate it if I clean it, I thought. Sprayed on the glass cleaner, mopped it off with the kitchen roll, it was working a treat. Shame I couldn't reach the top corners.So I stood on the toilet. Of course it broke, I'm lucky I didn't. The worst thing was, she came in about 2 minutes afterwards, so there was no fixing or running away. Feel a bit silly.
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