Monday, January 14, 2013
The Irrational Fit of Rage
You know those days where you find yourself in an irrational fit of rage equalled only by the enormity of a pulsating pimple on your chin?
Just me then.
On such days there is only one thing to be done. Turn the music up and sweat it out.
With Roxette as my shameless soundtrack I scrubbed the house from top to toe. Harmonies, melodies - it's all the same to me,* I screeched away at the top of my voice while wiping clean every dusty surface, every crusty milk splatter and every last hint of wee residue on the bathroom floor.
It was energising and renewing.
The pimple remains but my floors are now clean and these days, lets be honest - clean floors trump a clean face any day of the week.
I hope you got to wipe up wee today too.
Just out of interest, should you one day experience an irrational fit of rage, what would your soundtrack be (i feel a good 1980's- 90's share fest coming on)?
*your talking to the woman who's husband asked her not to sing lullabies to her babies lest she teach them to sing out of tune.