Reaching new heights

I wish this post was about my books and book tour, but sadly no. I have reached amazing new heights of messiness to point of dizziness (but the odd bits and pieces strewn decoratively across my carpet would cushion my fall).

There is still a connection…

Last Wednesday night, I was moving about furniture quite late. While moving my beloved papasan, I decided to move the boxes of Adventure Packs for my book tour into my walk-in wardrobe. (There! It’s work related, right? … And that’s all I have to say on that subject.) Come 1.30 am, I became quite weary and decided to go to bed. I left a small cabinet mid-move from one side of the living room to other – in the hallway. But that was okay, it wasn’t in the way, noone knows your mess like yourself. So I thought. In a sleepy daze, I remembered to get my mobile from my handbag in the lounge; I (predictably) ran into the cabinet. I paid no mind and hobbled sleepily to bed. 

Alarm bells

The whole reason why I got my mobile was to set my alarm, which I forgot to do as sleep and my bruised shins fought for my attention last night. I wasn’t running late for work, but I wasn’t necessarily on schedule either. Speed walking with ease through my apartment maze of furniture made me consider haphazard chic as my decor for 2010.

My phone rings in the late afternoon and it is the dishwasher repairman, whose attendance had completely slipped my mind. It was organised through my real estate for him to be let in, so it was fine to be absent minded.

“Hi, is this Keira Wong? This is John from [insert dishwasher repair company],” he says.

“Yes, it is. Oh great, you got into the apartment all right,” I reply, after searching my mind for a John who worked at [said inserted dishwasher repair company].

“Um, yes. And somebody else did as well by the looks of it.”

“Pardon? What do you mean?” 

“I think you’ve been robbed!” John tells me. ”Yes, there are hats and cds strewn all over the floor. There is a cabinet in the hallway, I think they took your cds. There are no broken windows.”

Now the only cds I own are from pre-Ipod days – I’m talking about 100% Pure Hits Volume 8. The culprit was probably wearing leg warmers and a hyper colour t-shirt, humming the theme song of “You can’t do that on television!”

“Oh, I was moving furniture last night. I walked into the cabinet last night,” I reassure John.

“It’s an odd place to put it, right in the middle of the hallway. I am going to move it out of my way to get to the kitchen.”

Had it up to here

I apologise profusely that he had slipped my  mind, and I would have cleaned up if I knew he was coming, and how my mother always teases me about being organised in a state of chaos, and I am doing a book tour with Adventure Packs, and I could only get fish as pets but I’ve always wanted a cat, and other pointless excuses.

John wasn’t too interested. He just wanted to get out of the House of Hoarding.

So I am ashamed to admit it, but my messiness is so bad it is to the point of ransacked status. Excuse me, its 1.12 am now and I must leave. No, not to go to bed. I now have an odd compulsion to vacuum.

It's really not that bad...

Is it?

Eating: Leftover Knickerbocker Glories, made by my great friend, Natalie, for our K alpha dinner (watch out for the next post!)

Drinking: peppermint tea.

Listening: to the dishwasher (thanks, John!) gloriously washing my wine glasses and The XX, Islands.