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Hello to all. How's your day so far? Mine is it's usual shambles, but I am trying to get a handle on all of it. Even being diabetic, I tend to forget to eat at the right times, so have started leaving myself notes around the house reminding me to.

Of course, my husband and daughter think I'm nuts. The idea of their wife and mother actually doing something about organizing herself after all these years is sort of alien. Who's this stranger who's taken my wife/mother's place? I must admit it is a shock to me also, after so many years living happily in a chaotic jumble. Who really cared? Meals got given at approximately the right times, clothes got washed and ironed for work or school, the animals got fed and the rest simply muddled on.

That has worked for this family for many years, so why this sudden desire to work to  schedules, have everything neat and tidy, and generally make this place uninhabitable from the point of my family?

Well, I think it stems from some crazy desire to do one thing right in my life. I was very good at my job (nursing) for over thirty years, I like to think I have been a satisfactory wife ( i.e. my husband is still walking around large as life and three times as annoying!) some forty years later, and our adored daughter seems to be doing just fine ( we won't talk about her love life!). So what really is the problem?

Because friends I have have these wonderful houses where everything is in its place, the ironing does not hit you as you walk in, and you don't fall over two cats who consider this is their house, one bedroom for each and a fridge too!

Cat heaven. What more could a cat want? Well, there are times when we do  not agree with the human's desires to sleep in the bed and object to the doors being shut at night, but hey! we do just fine for the rest of it.

I like these houses when these houses when I visit. I do not almost kill myself falling over tools that someone should have taken back to the shed six months ago. I do not have to fight my way to the kettle because everyone else wants a cup of coffee at the same time as i do ( and will get it for me anyway!) and isn't renovating the bathroom so as to be able to shave without cutting his throat.

So why do these lovely friends of mine invade my house frequently, stare around with wonder, obviously expecting a missing person to jump out and say: "I love your house. It's so homely." They too can have one like mine. I'll move into theirs, no worries. They can have mine.

The only catch is: They have to take the cats, my husband and my daughter! I'm not open to offers, that's the whole deal. Please take it!