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ON BEING A SLOB 2

Here are some handy excuses for the state of my house.
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1. I broke my arm three months ago and couldn\’t do any washing up or hoovering. Or tidying. No, honest, I couldn\’t. The surgeon said so.
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2. The hoover wasn\’t working. Well, the plug wasn\’t working. I fixed it. Then the plug broke again. It\’s a splendid Numatic Henry Hoover, by the way, which is fine now I\’ve got round to fixing the plug again. At least I have good kit.
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3. I have one fifteen year old son and one 21 year old son. Nuff said. Yes, I know it\’s my fault for not training them properly. But how can I train them when I\’m so rotten at tidying myself?
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4. I have a very serious £150 a month book habit, mostly bought from Waterstones in Truro. We are currently very very overbooked. I might count them. I have now found the last remaining bit of wall to put a bookshelf against. After that… well… I don\’t know. No, don\’t be ridiculous, I can\’t possibly stop buying books. And although I had great hopes of Kindle, the black/white-page-change flicker would give me a migraine.
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5. My house just silts up with stuff. And paper. And newspapers. And magazines. And notebooks and photocopies and… I don\’t know why it does this. My mother-in-law\’s house never does.
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6. I think stuff follows me home, that\’s what I think.

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