Today, I had to clean up the table -and the area surrounding it- in the dining room of the house because two friends were coming over to revise. The place was a complete wreck what with a multitude of my books and papers strewn everywhere. It wasn't conducive for studying. Fortunately, I didn't have to tidy my room because a) it's as messy as my mother's handbag and b) it would take a lifetime to clean it up. Post-examination, I might clean it up with reference to a guide -which just proves how bad of a cleaner I am. But really, I can't see the point in it. Not yet, anyway.