I decided to walk to my local Target. This is some distance away by car, as you have to go around the river and over a bridge. It is also impossible to walk it 'as the crow flies'. So I weaved my way through suburbia, pram in hand.
It only took me 20 minutes to get from my front door to the Target entrance.
I wandered around, bought some groceries, went to the chemist and newsagent. With each step I loaded the pram up a little more.
I then walked into Target proper and as CupCake vomits incessantly, decided to buy Mr Sponge some extra clothes. Unsure of size or preference, I picked up several kilos worth.
At the checkout I realised that a bag was useless, as I did not have a car nor handles to hang the items from (there is no under carriage to this pram). So I unpacked each item, and laid them across the top of the pram. It looked like I was a bag lady.
Knickers and tracksuits were spilling every which way, boxes of cereal and pears peeking out from under hooded tops. Magazines shoved under the baby's bottom. We resembled an OH&S nightmare.
Twenty minutes of walking in windy conditions later, we found ourselves at home, and greeted by house cleaners who had turned up 1.5 hours early. But did not call me.
I said 'How did you know I was coming back?' They said 'Oh we would have waited, we came early as we have another job across town later'. Augh!! I am not a fan of the drop in.
Even more surprising is their cleaning methods. I asked them to clean the top of some kitchen cupboards. They ummed and ahhed about getting up on a step-ladder, then promptly got a duster and swept all of the grit and grot all over everything in the kitchen!
I could have done that.
It also appears that one of the people is a trainee. I can hear her (this is live blogging now) every so often going 'oh no' and 'aghh' and sighing. Excuse me Mrs, but you don't get to complain about my mess!
They have also asked me if this is an ongoing arrangement. That is a leading question, to determine if they need bother too much with the job. So I gave a vague answer of 'I'll ask my husband'.
So I am stuck here in sweat land, as I have not yet had a shower. Nor can I make my lunch! CupCake has the right idea - she is still fast asleep. She must be exhausted from all the calories we burnt off on our walk.
Someone bring me the nutella jar. I need to re-charge.
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