Cleaning

In the weeks before the holiday started, I'll admit I neglected the housework. Sure I washed the dishes and picked any rubbish off the floor but that was about it and the place started to look embarrassing. But as I have six weeks off now (I will never get tired of telling people that - sorry!) and nothing much planned, I've decided to at least start it productively by cleaning the house. But it is a holiday after all, so I'm cleaning it one room every day.

And when I say cleaning, I mean cleaning it properly. Somewhere between hoovering the ceiling and washing the skirting boards cleaning*. It's taken me hours and hours to do the living room today, and it took me a while to do the kitchen on Monday (yesterday I had a day off as visiting the dentist is unpleasant enough without cleaning). And the two I've done are the two easy ones. The bedroom and bathroom are next and they ain't so bad. I may give up before reaching the office and the conservatory as they are really messy and I can't be arsed.

Of course, each room takes longer than the one before because I have to do a quick tidy of the rooms I've already done...

But for now, I am happy, sitting here in my clean two rooms with a cobweb-free roof, a hoover full of spiders** and the glory of knowing that a good job has been done.

Hwyl a sbrii

* to be honest, I'm not sure what comes in the middle, but as I've just thought of washing the skirting now, after declaring myself finished, I realise that getting up and starting that will take me to a whole new level of crazy, so I wont.

** I promise you that as I wrote that a spider as big as my face (well...) ran across the floor and I had to run to get the hoover because I was scared! I don't usually mind spiders, a glass and a piece of paper will suffice, but I think this one was angry because I hoovered his little friends on the roof by accident. Also, since I've cleaned under and over and in between everything in this room today, where the hell did he come from?!