Traumatised

You'll never guess what I did last night (this is a Louise story). I was taking my rubbish out when I noticed that my kithen bin was a bit stinky so I decided to give it a wee clean. Being the domestic goddess that I am (or not as it turned out). So in went the bleach, I filled up my basin with water and into the bin it went - ONLY TO COME POURING OUT THE BOTTOM!!!! It was everywhere! All over my floor! I ran into the room and climbed up the ladder to get some towels down and ended up falling off - onto my bed thankfully. The bin has holes in the bottom - their purpose - to let air in to stop the bin getting stinky - clearly that doesn't work or I wouldn't have been cleaning it in the first place! I was soaking wet. Trousers rolled up to knees, sporting pink totes toasties, which are now ruined might I add, as are the trousers I think. Obviously after all that pulava I needed a glass of wine and a fag!!!!