Cleaning up like i partied like its 1999

Cleaning up like i partied like it was 1999. Sadly there was no party but hey who's to know that. In spite of being moved out i'm somehow still here cleaning up for mum's return tomorrow. Godwilling & there is no disturbance in the force she should be touching down 7.25 tomorrow morn. Hard to believe after the amount of deliberate & accidental postponements over the past months. The house in need of a scrub with dad rattling round in it dripping tea all over the place & its getting another going over today, broke the mop, bucket leaks, washing machine won't wash, but carrying on regardless in order that mum don't spin on her heel to walk straight out again. Australia day - what could be more Australian than scrubbing the floor cos your mum is coming back from some heathen country, back to the cradle of civilization, back into the armpit of Maroubra.