The dreaded “C” Word is Cleaning and I am not very good at it or very enthusiastic about it.
I have been doing cleaning because No 1 daughter, Daisy, is coming home from St Snotters for Christmas. Her last exam was yesterday and she is flying in tomorrow morning.
So I cleaned the house, well bits of it, well I put clean sheets on her bed, ok, I dabbed about ineffectively with a duster having sprayed polish in the air to give the impression of cleaning and turned the radiator on in her bedroom.
I found if I do housework without my glasses on, there doesn’t really seem very much to do! My back does not like housework at all. I pay the price afterwards with some nasty twinges/muscle spasms.
I think there will be a queue of fur-people who will be thrilled to see Daisy.
She has been missed….
… and I think she has missed us too.
We have much to do for Christmas preparations and may need a few willing volunteers who happen to be outside offering their services.
I can’t wait to see Daisy. Christmas can sort of start to begin in our house. Floss gets in on the 20th, all being well and then I will be properly happy.
Anyway, the house smells cleaner.