I didn’t leave the flat today until 5pm. The only reason I left the flat was to go to the supermarket to buy a swede. I have plans to make swede and potato mash for dinner tonight. That was the highlight of my day: thinking about what I was going to cook for dinner, being unable to think of anything but swedes since dinner last night, and changing out of my pyjamas only when I realised I had to actually go outside in order to obtain a swede.
Having returned from the supermarket, project buy-a-swede successfully accomplished, I have played with the rats for a whole 30 seconds until they buggered off on their own, hiding behind the couch to spite me, and now I am debating whether or not to get back into my pyjamas.
My life is amazing.