change is as good as a holiday
I'd describe the journey of my life as rather rutted right now. Not rutted as in bumpy, rather one long trough in which I have been comfortably ensconced. In the sprit of change the Not Boyfriend and I swapped sides of the bed a while ago.
Today we finally got around to dislodging the books, papers and collections of rubbish built up on the wrong sides of the bed.
An hour after huffing and puffing and cleaning - we were still left with this.
If I don't find a home for the dusty collection of oddities on my half in the next couple of hours before I go out tonight I guess I'm sleeping on the couch.
The NB, on the other hand, is quite capable of crawling under the mess - cat and all - and sleeping.
Want to post a picture of your shameful little domestic secrets?