It was Monday so I had to fill the washing machine, strip the bed, vacuum, dust and polish like a domestic goddess on high octane caffeine.
My duster and I have been in places that I did not know were there.
There is worse to come.
I actually found myself shaking the duster out of the window!!
The upstairs is done and dusted. Whoops, make that dusted, polished, bleached and almost steam cleaned.
There are TWO loads of washing on the whirlymajig and I have made a celebratory and restorative cuppa before I start downstairs. All by 10.21 am, I would pat myself on the back if I could reach.
I know that there are thousands of peeps who do this on a daily basis. I am not one of them. I am not a slattern, but I do not feel the need to clean relentlessly. As long as the bathroom and kitchen get done properly every day I am happy to ignore the odd dust bunny or five, duck a stray cobweb or three and have a blitz once a week.
I have been a bit slap dash over the last few weeks, what with sciatica, ear problems and the siren call of knitting, crochet and sewing, things are not as they should be.
Today will address that and tomorrow it is knit and natter, AND there will (fingers crossed) be NEW yarn to squidge, cwtch and buy.
I have just realised that I did not take a pic of the grey sneezy scarf, it should have been a shawl but it was one cobweb too many. I will do that for tomorrow.
The time has come, the walrus said, to speak of many things. In this house, today, it is vacuum, duster and polish. I will leave the sealing wax and string to those who like it.
PS I will be knitting tonight, and possibly sewing.