I'm doing all kinds of domestic chores more out of frustration at being cooped up than anything else. Gave the kitchen a good clean yesterday. Keeping perfect house, always at the ready for visitors at the drop of the hat, is not our strong-suit. We're much more the "our house is our house. Nice to see you but have your arse out by tea" sort than that stereotype that lives to "entertain". Hyacinth Bucket doesn't live here! GRIN!
Now that I'm well and truly on that tangent, I've never been able to wrap my brain around this need to entertain that is so prevalent here. There is a TV channel here given over to home improvement, real estate, and "decorating" called HGTV. My wife used to watch it, and I would join her out of morbid curiosity and to add my most annoying commentary.
One type of prevalent show would feature an estate agent showing people various houses until they found (inevitably) the perfect match according to them. The buyers were invariably rude, entitled, vapid, just horrid people. They'd walk in a house and the guy, the guy mind you, would pompously declare, "Oh I can't live here. There's no grand staircase in the foyer for my daughter to descend on her prom night" and the estate agent would remind them that such things aren't often featured within their budget of thrupence ha'penny, a course correction totally ignored by the real power behind this pairing of the very flower of humanity as she sniffs and says, "That backspash is soooooo dated and those "window treatments" are just so dowdy. You also obviously weren't paying attention to us when I said I want an "open concept" and room to entertain." If I was the agent I'd be hard pressed to keep my trap shut and not to look her dead in those reptilian eyes and say, "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. No-one is coming over to see you two."
God, I'm bored and overly worried about how me ol' dutch is doing...
Grin!
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