I have turned into a person I don’t recognise.
Normally my home is tidy. I can’t cope with mess; it makes me feel depressed and overwhelmed. So, whilst I wouldn’t say I’m obsessive about tidiness and cleanliness, I usually manage to keep on top of things.
Not so now.
Now that I am up at 5.30am and working 11-hour days on this book all standards of cleanliness, hygiene and tidiness have gone out the window.
I don’t have time to bother with trifling things like cooking, cleaning and washing up. And woe betide the friend who has the audacity to pop by unannounced or phone me for a chat in the evening!
My work place is a mess…
My kitchen looks like slightly unhinged…
I have eaten leftover roast dinner for the past three nights… and guess what’s on the menu tomorrow evening?