Huzzah

Well, it is Mother's Day. I have tidied the kitchen, done some ironing, and feel like a valauble member of society. My eye is aching only very slightly, I have some homework to do, but no essays, I am wearing my toasty slippers, and the house is quiet.
All that's bothering me now are some slight growing pains in my right leg, but let's not worry about those.

Last night it was my sister's party (she's almost 15). A terrifying bunch, those Year 10s - gargantuan. The boys, anyway. As for the girls...mmm, flesh. However, I heroically battled my way through gangs of horny teenagers to reach my beloved upstairs, where we watched Kill Bill 2. I tried to nap, but was distracted by screams and the like from the TV.

I was up at 8 o'clock this morning, feeling full of energy. I ate Weetabix, played Weboggle and did generally useful things, before prodding my sisters awake to make my mother breakfast in bed...at half 10.

I am currently reading the British System of Government, and I am finding it ashamedly interesting. Julia has, as a result, forbid me from becoming a politician, or any other job that begins with p.

Slippers are a wonderful thing, though impractical in going up and down stairs at high speeds.

In the future, when I have my own house (or with a spouse), I do not ask for much. All I ask for is:

- Good towels. White, rough ones, that take water off and the top layer of your skin as well. Not these namby-pamby cotton wrap things. I want to be dry and scoured!

- An organised kitchen. Not freakishly so, sensibly so. I want the tea making facilities to be kept together. Breakfast things to be kept together. I want my pans stacked, godamnit!

- Pets. I would like cats, but there seems to be an increasing risk of me being allergic to cats these days. So backups are, in no particular order - dog, tortoise, lizard, fish.

- A good bath. Curly taps, big enough for two people/one really fat person, and taps at the side.

- Comfy bed. Cotton sheets, thick (single) duvet, but evenly textured. Several pillows. A radio alarm.

- Quiet neighbours. Sometimes I would like lots of noise, but I want it to be on -my- terms.

- Carpets. None of this lacquered wood nonsense.

- Furniture. Proper furniture. No post-modern, minimalist faux leather monstrosities. Preferably old, and solid. Ikea is evil.

- Pictures. Paintings, photos, prints. My walls will be a vibrant gallery of people and places. My house will have -character-, damnit!

- Noticeboards. Full of paper. Reminders, notes, scribblings, doodles, admin stuff. Occasionally I will have a clearout.

- The Study.

The Study is important. I have, of late, been building it up in my mind. I want bookcases on every wall, and a big antique desk. I want a good computer, surrounded by mounds of papers. I want a deep pile carpet. And a comfy armchair. And a window with a nice view, but curtains. Wife, children or no, this will be -my- territory.

See, I don't want much. Just a room somewhere...far away from the cold night air...with one enormous chair...oh, wouldn't it be lovely.

In this flawed world, aiming for perfection is the only way things get done.