We've friends coming to stay in the week, so this Sunday will be devoted to cleaning the house - or making a start on it, at least.
Cleaning is way away from my favourite occupation. When I was young and living with my mother and grandparents I managed to get away with not doing much. With my stepfather I had to do some dusting and polishing on Saturday morning, of the furniture that was never actually used. Then I went away to boarding school where there were people employed to do it for us. My favourite was the old Austrian Jewish woman Eva, who would shout and wave her broom at us for coming in onto "my floors mit der shoes on"
Of course this blessed situation didn't last forever, as anyone who's trodden on a Lego brick in the middle of the night will know. But the endless repetition never endeared my to the activity. So today I'm mucking out the bathroom, and taking the opportunity to get rid of some useless things that seem to have gravitated there. Silver linings and all that.
Normal service might be resumed next Sunday. Or maybe not.
Broom By Pearson Scott Foresman [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
Doreen lives in the empty bit in the middle of Wales, where since her retirement she has taken up writing. She says it's better than working any day.
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