disinclined..

so you know how i'm a fan of the nightcleaning..?!
well, i just don't seem to have the same oomph for it right now..all this week i set tonight aside, entirely dedicated to an evening at home with nightcleaning and west wing.
instead, i went to the oyster bar with ben after work..we sat in the first sunny evening that manchester has seen for about two months, and talked books, economics, jobs, teaching (him), men (me), summer holidays, manchester:city with a chip on its shoulder, and many other things besides. we each had two pints of gloriously new and appley cider, on very empty stomachs, both felt a bit in the weeds and then went home..and once here, i just can't seem to summon up that verve to get my hoover and dusters out..or even do the washing up!
please don't come round..the place is a mess....
i think its cos i miss drago and i want her to come back to stay again and its some kind of protest
or maybe i just wish i was on holiday and so its some kind of protest about that
or maybe i'm just protesting against the living-alone scenario where its always my turn to do chores
i also miss russell and if he were here, he'd just take me out and then i wouldn't have to look at it!
or maybe i just got season six and have prioritised making sure donna is ok over mopping the kitchen floor
many theories...
that i am lazy wins...!!
donna is ok.
phew