Claire nearly fainted today when I said that I’d do the washing up for her. The thing is, I haven’t been doing much stuff around the house lately and she has, even though she bitches like mad about it. I said that she should go and watch some telly or do some stuff while I did it. I actually didn’t mind, I’d been doing some studying and then we had our compulsory Sunday Roast, but then I fancied a break and I didn’t want to sit and watch something on the TV or anything because then it’s difficult to get back up and you realise that you sat down to watch a half hour programme and then you end up sitting down for an hour. I do hate washing up though, especially after a roast – it’s ok if stuff is rinsed, but if it’s been left then all sorts of disgusting stuff floats around the water. Am going to get some more studying done this evening and then have an early night before another week of exams.