I get home. I look around, I think, I think a little too hard and decide to move a few things around in the kitchen. Some of it was initially done just to clean the areas that don’t get cleaned.
Then I decide to move the microwave. I mean as if I use it for anything other than cooking baked beans. No really that is all I use it for, say once a month when I fancy a treat of bake beans on toast.
Now what am I going to do with all those souvenir mugs.