It's tomorrow. The wind and rain storm outside woke me at 5.56am. I *should* have got up and made a start.
I got back in bed.
It's 8.35am now
I have no spring clean inkling what so ever.
I'm going to have to bully myself into it.
Even the promise of singing loudly in the kitchen as I scrub the floor holds no magic.
I am going to get up soon, only because I want some breakfast.
I will report back later.
Rachel *lives in a midden* Radiostar