The Kitchen Dilemma

Oh kitchen you marvellous room You allow our MasterChef ambitions to bloom My only gripe with you, you see Is that no matter how hard I try you fail to be clean? I wipe, I sweep, I rinse, I dry And yet the mess continues to be in oversupply. Almost every day I wish and hope That I’ll wake up in the morning without you requiring soap But for now, I’ll persist with the endless decree Of mopping and spraying as your loyal trustee

Mumma Z tries to buy a dream-house

Every tried to buy a home? Then you may be able to relate with our current situation... Photo by PixaSquare on When I was working full time one of the biggest stressed of my day was travel time. Not to work but to my mums each morning and afternoon to collect my son. On…