This week I've done much more housework than normal as my house is on the market and I have several viewings booked. It all lapsed over Xmas and lots of stuff collected all round the house so this week it's all been sorted.
Crying over sad songs on the radio



I must google it. (instead of dusting)
I love those unexpected phrases that predictive text chooses sometimes. I sent a text last week to someone called Leigh. When it had sent, I realised it had called her 'leggings'.