Housewife

My mother is still a Zombie, so today, after school, I became a housewife.

I did the food shopping, cooked the dinner, cleaned the kitchen, got a headache and nagged my father.

Not that it's much different that normal really, except I got a war wound. I was getting my tart out of the oven and accidentally brushed my hand on the shelf. So now I have a nice red mark on my hand.

When I was out shopping, I brought a new surface cleaning spray. We did have the fabreeze one, but cotton scents do not belong in the kitchen. It really freaked me out. The new one is lime or something, much better.

School again tomorrow. Feels pointless for an hour, but still. Last day of term too.