Why? Because…I’m a workaholic, I come home, I’m tired and any bursts of energy are used for things like, um, making jam that isn’t a necessity and you’d think I’d do  something with the piles of paperwork and laundry before I started messing in the kitchen.

But…that’s life. And jam-making is therapeutic these days, because physically creating something is good for me after sitting at a desk for 10 hours a day. So…I’m making jam and the apartment will be clean again, eventually.

At least, I hope so.

(And it’s rather daunting to hit ‘publish’ on this one because I hate looking like a slob…but seriously, how do other people have time for a full-time job, a social life AND keeping the house spick-n-span?! Forget the social life, I don’t have one…)