Welcome to the sometimes painful, often preposterous, essentially playful world of the woman who brought you 'The Grass Was Always Browner' -- a tell-all memoir of my Sydney-based childhood, originally titled 'Dancing with Dingoes'. There's some dancing in it.
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Rock 'n' Roll Housekeeping
Rock 'n' roll couch
Clothes sorting postponed. Housekeeping at the best of times in our house is not exactly rock 'n' roll. Leaving (clean) washing unsorted, on the other hand, is definitely rock 'n roll. Note, too, the cat's contribution to the rock 'n' roll couch. Clipping a cat's claws for the sake of a couch not being ripped to shreds by said cat's claws is definitely not rock 'n' roll.
You might call it sloth, I call it, in honour of Iggy (see previous post) evidence of a Lust for life.