So she can clean after all

First of all, I must say if you liked Borat, go see Brüno. I thought it was sometimes a bit slow, but then later I realised that - no, it was Sacha Baron Cohen's sheer genius realising that a break would make the next bit even funnier.

I laughed so much my face hurt by the end of it, and for some bits I could literally not sit up any more. At one point, the people in front of me turned to look at me instead of the movie.

(Disclaimer: Please note this movie is not for the fainthearted/easily shocked. I don't want to get any hate mail from some Christian fundamentalist complaining that I ruined their previously pure soul.)

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When I got up this morning, I was finally at that stage where I was fed up with the state of the house. I started a spring clean. (I'm not late, I'm early.) Maybe it was the effect of Brüno.

I'm appalled by the bucketfuls of sand I have found, in the toys, between the dirty clothes, on the carpet. I need to start remembering to tip out the children's shoes after going to the park.

Playpen before:


Playpen after:


Well, obviously that's not the final "after". It's just to demonstrate the ridiculous quantity of sand. Jeez, I'm going to vacuum that and change the sheet in a minute.

All this tidying inspired me to be all housewifely in other areas, too. For lunch, there was a stack of pancakes


and the washing is being processed

with thanks to Brits in Bosnia for alerting me to the extreme suitability of the weather for hanging washing.

When I went to hang up the washing, I discovered that the whole garden had been taken over by spiders.




So now I don't only need to dust the house, I even need to dust the garden. This has taken me by surprise.

Now I'm bored.