1 John 4:8
He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.
ha ha My first real day as a house wife, after coming back from our holiday in Brittany. In my jim jams vacuuming the heck out of the new carpet in the new down stairs study, that has doors going out to the garden. Dirt all over where people have been tracking it in when viewing the house. Sweating from using a broom on it to lift it. and then using the Dyson vacuum on max!
Door bell rings. I think it is going to be Jane, (my neighbour, she is lovely, but since she has found out I have given up work for a while, she wants to have coffee or tea in the mornings. Think {Elizabeth} and {Hyacinth Bucket} click on the names those youtubes make me chuckle.). I tried to ignore the door. then the knocking started. *le sigh*, I answered the door, hair looking like I have been electrocuted, curly and standing on end. no make up.
And who is standing there?
The Mormon missionaries. Yep
And not just any missionaries.
Oh No!
Ones that look like models for GQ.
They are always so polite. They looked embarrassed, I tried to smooth my hair. I told them I was doing house work, they turned and left. With lots of smiles, I must have looked a fright, half Side Show Bob and half Selma from the Simpsons. Minus the blue colour to my hair, obviously.
I officially give up already...
Need to go back to fly lady basics. Dress to your shoes. Rookie mistake. Rookie mistake.
(Small explanation - The builders buying our house have had the sale of another house fall through, so we are back on the market. In a way it is a relief. As we haven't found a new house yet.)
How is your day going?
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