I'd be tempted to ram my sponge-scourer straight down the gullet of anyone less, but coming as it does from Sweet Sam, it was all I could do to keep a straight face. I took the basin carrying various sprays and detergents from him that I'd left sitting a-top of his loo, "Sorry love, I meant to clean your bathroom today, but I forgot."
"Well you should write it down then!"
It's not that I haven't cleaned his bathroom, he doesn't give a hoot about that, it's that I had the temerity to clutter up his space with alien objects. But that aside, I do have this tendency to flit from one task to another, I always mean to finish what I start, but it doesn't always work out that way particularly if the task involved is cleaning (spit). I leave the kids to pick up their own rooms, if they want to live in squalor, that's their choice. Since they are usually embarrassed enough to clear a space for when friends are due, it's never fallen to the point of fumigation. I'm perfectly happy to ignore the top layers of dust around the house, vacuuming is usually reserved for the threat of visitors descending. Mind you, I'm not an entire slut, all the loos get scrubbed once a month, need it or not.
This week I've been shamed into neatness because the window-cleaner is due round. Don't you just hate that? Normally I'd be happy to simply draw the curtains and be done with it, but as he also does the inside, it wouldn't serve much purpose (except to hide the dirt a bit). Besides, he's not only any old window cleaner, his step daughter and my eldest once used to be an item together, and I'm not entirely sure (it's hard for me to keep up sometimes), but as he did bring her over for lunch last Sunday, I think they might be together again. In truth, the prospect of having her step-dad inspecting every room in my house is the last of my worries - my big sis is coming to stay soon, she of the cleaning lady and no kids at home. Much as I love her, I've managed to fool her for years I'm a neat freak, I'm hardly about to blow my cover now.
Yes, okay, I'm a sad old sack really, just don't tell anyone. I shouldn't be sitting here chatting to you lot at all, since I still have half of Beccy's bedroom to finish up (she's in England at present, I have no choice but to do it myself). Guess I must press on.. after I make a phone call or two. Actually, come to think of it, I really do need to make a trip into town today, not to mention drop that laptop Bec spilt a can of coke over last week, in to the shop.. and that's before I even think about what to make for supper tonight. Ah, what the hell, I still have another days grace to get around to the cleaning.