I have been dusting the entire house since morning. The house is in such a  mess. Not even a single thing is at it’s right place. Every morning I wake up and start on a shirt and trouser searching expedition. I always find them in the most unexpected places.  Today I found my trouser on the television.

You will not believe that me and my family are civilized beings if you will see my home. My wife and kids say that it is a complete waste of time to clean the house. There are many more important things to do in life. I guess they are right.

So it’s my department to take care of the house. Every Sunday my wife goes out to have lunch with her friends and my kids go out with their classmates for a movie or whatever that all kids do on Sundays. I have no friends so I remain at home only. But I know a sweet old lady Mrs Lawrence. She makes the best pancakes in this world.

I never had a friend in whole my life. Somehow nobody wanted to be with me. But that’s alright now. I am happy being alone. I have become used to it. But them I am very lucky. I have got loads and loads of things to do. I have my job. I have my home. This takes up most of my time.  But I must go and pay a visit to Mrs Lawrence. She must be waiting for me.

Now I am cleaning the house, after that I have to go to the market and buy grocery, I have to pay the bills today. I also have to get the television repaired. It’s not working fine from last two days. My kids were very upset with me last night. They were supposed to watch their favorite program and the idiot box refused to show any picture. Only the sound was coming. I felt very guilty. I will get it repaired today only.  Mrs Lawrence house is on the way to mechanic shop. I will go and wish her good evening.

Okay friends, I must leave now. I still have to find all the bills. Only God knows where they must be lying. I am sure my wife has forgotten to put them in the file. I hope I find them soon.

Mrs Lawrence is a poor, lonely old lady who lives in a dilapidated house. She has nobody to call her own. She counts every day of the week and prays that Sunday comes soon. Because it is then that she gets a warm, hearty visit by the “common man”.