Operation Polaris

It's a bloody mess here at the moment. Landlord Paul emailed me the other day to ask when would be a good time to show a prospective tenant around, and I've still not replied because I simply don't know when it's going to be clean again.

So it's Pete to the rescue. A few days a go he promised me that he would soon begin what he called "Operation Polaris"; when I asked him what exactly this would entail he just laughed evilly for a moment.

Well it turns out that Operation Polaris = doing the washing up. As I may have mentioned to Tom yesterday, I'll believe it when I see it. I think Pete said he would do it yesterday, but in the words of William Shatner, it hasn't happened yet. Sarah and I went to see Avenue Q with my family last night (it was hilarious), and upon our return we were greeted by what seemed to be an even larger pile of dishes in need of doing.

So Operation Polaris is still pending initialisation. It's Tom's birthday today and he's having his party here tomorrow, but we shall see whether or not the house will be tidy enough to host that sort of thing by then.

I suppose we could make some sort of party game out of tidying up. Most crisp packets picked up from the living room floor wins one night of steamy Tom time.

I imagine he'd be down with that.

Joel.

P.S. Here is a visual representation of a train of thought I experienced while browsing in HMV this morning: