For some reason I have that phrase on the brain, no idea why. It hasn't been on the radio for years, can't even remember if it was TTT or Triple J! Another sign of the recent bout of scattiness I've had lately I'm sure. I need to do a MASSIVE Spring clean in my house and perhaps my brain is doing the same. After all, do I really need random quotes spoken in a fake Indian accent floating around in my head? No, I don't think so!
I came to realise whilst watching Big V sneeze for the tenth time in a row the other day and thinking how lucky I was that I don't get hay fever the way he does, that while I may not sneeze, cough or get ragingly itchy eyes I DO GET SCATTY! I suddenly lose all ability to focus and organise my days leading to many things being left undone. Great big piles of washing, mail on every surface of the kitchen table, half started projects and their paraphernalia lying around everywhere - I'm like that funny bag lady from the Labyrinth that collects everything on her back. I need to buy a pair of footy boots just to give myself a good swift kick up the backside!
Maybe Big V is the lucky one. I mean, he can take an antihistamine for his affliction but what can I take? What remedy is there for an unorganised clutter bug?