Waiting Around

Usually I'd moan about being kept waiting around on the wards or at outpatient clinics. It seems that waiting around is destined to become a big part of my life. Now I'm being left waiting around at home. By the estate agents.

Selling a home is stressful to say the least, especially when you're as adverse to housework as I am. I rushed back to London today to make sure the house was dust-free and as clean as possible before the viewing this evening. I really want to sell/rent it out. I hoovered the whole thing, cleaned all the kitchen surfaces, cleaned the bathroom and scrubbed the kitchen floor. I smell so badly of bleach right now that I'm probably in danger of toxic chemical inhalation levels.

The estate agent was supposed to be here 15 mins ago.

It's not as if I have any massive plans to go out tonight. In fact I'm cooking dinner for a friend later. My main problem is kind of embarassing.

I need to pee.

I need to pee really really badly.

I think I'm currently in danger of putting myself into renal failure. However I can't go until the estate agent arrives because it would be awful if him and the potential buyer walked into the flat as I was in the loo. I'm not sure why I'm so bothered about this but I am.

Lily xXx