Just spent the whole morning destroying cobwebs and viciously laying about me with the hoover. I hate cleaning, it is never finished.
I could hear Thoreau laughing at me for having so many objects and things that needed dusting. I love to have things around me, to be able to see all my colourful stuff.
Retired Person took responsibility for the bathroom and kitchen. As we left after two weeks here with daughter and child for America, then spent two weeks there, then had a week's jet lag the detritus has grown and probably bred.
It is winter, we have coal fires, pets, gardening, stitching and long hair that winds round the hoover brushes and binds everything together.
Di the Cleaner gave up on us about a year ago, retiring as a cleaner with clinical depression, I rest my case.
