This morning we went for brunch at a flash hotel to see off S and R who, as previously mentioned, are escaping Jakarta for Hong Kong. The brunch was flabulous and I ate wayyyy too much sushi (yes, you can eat sushi for breakfast), but we had to leave a little early as S remembered that she’d left the oven on.
Yes, the old noodle just isn’t what it used to be it seems — at least she still remembers who I am, though no doubt I’ll get kicked out of bed one day soon by a confused lookig woman asking what the hell I’m doing in her bed.
After dropping me off to check the house hadn’t burnt down, S whizzed off for a bit of retail therapy to buy the cot I mentioned in an earlier post and returned suitably content having spent a truckload of money on something the kid will want to swap for a Jedi-themed-bed as soon as he can crawl.
Once back in the house, she went on a rabid cleaning spree — and when I say rabid, I mean frothing at the mouth R.A.B.I.D.
She polished the back of the fridge, underneath the stove grills, the floor, cleaned up, washed up, made up, polished, shined, brushed, organised, neatened up — it was unbelievable to watch — Fat Cat scarpered quick smart, no doubt worried she’d get shaved and polished as well.
A thoroughly exhausting few hours I tell you — and I was only watching…
But what is even more bizarre, is it’s considered to be totally normal behaviour!
She’s cleaning? Already? You need to get to Bangkok quick.