Cinderella

How interesting can I make this post. :)

Now I don't particularly enjoy cleaning - but there are ways to make it more bearable. Cleaning to music (if you're not vacuuming) is one way that makes scrubbing the bathtub more enjoyable. I also don't particularly enjoy writing about cleaning, but that's all I've done today and I actually feel quite accomplished about it. When you live in a house as big as the one I do it's quite a task. You wouldn't think that two people living in a large house would make quite so much mess - but then there's a parrot and a cat too. And when one person doesn't pull their weight, well... the mess builds up.

I'm accustomed to having to keep my own room and my own bathroom tidy, and I take pride in having a shiny sink surface and a skid-mark free toilet. It's also nice walking into your room and knowing where all your things are if you need to find anything. I also keep my half of the study tidy - if a person were to compare my side of the desk to my mum's, well I know which one would get an award.

But occasionally the kitchen just gets in a state. I've reached the point where I can't really stand mess, or at least too much of it. I clean up after myself generally and leave things as tidy as I can. I've never considered that cleaning out the back where the cat lives is something that I have to do, or should do, but it's where the washer and dryer live and I do get a little bit icked out when I drop a freshly washed sock onto the floor out there because I know how probably disgusting it might be. So I decided to not give the whole room a scrub, but I at least sweeped and mopped the floor. The cleaner once I'd put it in the boiling water, looked radioactive. I knew it would do the job. By the time I'd finished the water was almost black. I'm glad I did this job.

I then decided to do the same with the kitchen floor - there were little black globules of something, probably coffee, on the floor near the sink and I didn't really like the sight of them so they quickly got cleaned off. Then I decided to break out the vacuum. After all this, the downstairs floors are near spotless. I've hoovered up a fair share of spiders (sorry guys, you were in the way) and saved as many others as I could as well as one millipede which at first inspection looked dead but was actually probably curled up sleeping.

I'd tackle the lounge, but as always, the carpet is covered in pine needles from the Christmas tree, which I'm sure the vacuum won't appreciate.

My summer has not been wasted. Lol.