food for the machine

 Today, the alarm set last night went off and that was the beginning of the day. Started to clear up things, make breakfast, do all of the things that are usually on the menu. 

There isu another phone call, another thing needs fixing. How unpleasant, really!

Fix the item on the computer, then recieve a message that the other has done it himself.

Ok, stand down, as the morth Americans say in a case like that. 

Then remember to take the pills. Downstairs, the mess in the kitchen is unbearable- Talk to the son about it, get shouted at in return. Well, that is sad, and tell him so. Later, find him cleaning the kitchen stove, express approval.

Go out and have lunch at the takeaway, the kitchen is unusable. It is still unusable upon returning, and meanwhile the cat has puked all over the floor in front of the bathroom. Kick the wife's dirty clothing aside, mainly onto the heap that has been there for some time, gather the solid bits of cat vomit in a paper towel and consign the lot to the lavatory. Then get a pail and a mop and wash the floor. The smell of soiled clothes and of cat vomit would be just to much.

This is gross, went out to the café to calm down, and then ran the vacuum cleaner over the surfaces and the floors in the bedroom and workroom. There were many dust bunnies under the bed, all food for the machine. At least the personal area is moderately dust free and tidy now. The rest of the house is sadly awful.

But as the people say: "it is not my job".