Et voila’. Sunday. Gym, supermarket then home. Cleaning. “One” was not born for these mundane jobs. So there I was, playing Cinderella.
Only a few things missing:
a) where are the ugly sisters?
b) no sign of a witch, good or bad
c) no pumpkin
d) as for Prince Charming, please, let’s not go there…
e) I haven’t lost a shoe (is this a bad omen, you think?).
All I get is the cleaning bit? Unfair to say the least. We girls build up hopes on this all our life and look what happens? I am left with two loads of a washing machine, a duster and soap? Mind you, lots of things you can do with a duster, but let’s not digress. Focus-focus-focus please. A fairytale is at stake here. How can we redeem Cinderella’s reputation of a good fairytale? Let’s see. Ugly sisters could be around, they are just not around while I am writing this (tick one, done). A witch: ohhh, believe me, if I dig into life I bet I can find more than one of those (tick two, done). Hmm, pumpkin…tricky. Ah-ah. A trip to a local supermarket will solve it (tick three, done). Prince Charming, oh dear, I’ve stumbled across a dead horse. Now what. OK, let’s park this for a moment. Losing a shoe, well, that’s pretty easy. A night in town will provide a suitable moment (tick five, done). Well, see, that wasn’t difficult, was it. Who says fairytales are fantasy? They could be real, if we wanted to.
PS: I know what you are thinking (Prince Charming). No, I haven’t forgotten him, I am just grabbing the Yellow Pages; need to look under ‘Male Escorts’ and see what’s available these days.
