My female flatmate has been home only a few hours and already the toilet and bathroom have been cleaned! This is brilliant, the house has frankly been a shithole for weeks. The excuse I sticking with for this state of affairs is that I haven't had time to clean. This isn't an argument entirely without merit. For the majority of the time (other than that long weekend in which I was home alone and just sat around moping about it) I have been really busy. I've not been getting home until 10, 11 even past midnight on a normal work night and then I've been getting up at 6.30. Tonight I got home at 10.30 (I'd been doing charity work (yes I am that nice)) and there was no way I was doing any cleaning. She got home not long before me, but when I've plonked myself down huffing about how knackered I am she's gone and done all this cleaning without me even realising she was gone longer than it takes to have a shit. This is the crux of the problem while I'm thinking that to get any cleaning done I need to be scheduling at least a whole afternoon other people are getting on and actually doing something. Don't expect me to actually change though. Fricking glad she's back.