The in-laws are coming to stay at the end of next week, which means of course that the hoose needs fumigating. That's Saturday morning blown out of the water then. Actually, I always dread this intense episodes of domestic labour, but they'll usually quite rewarding.
Our house is a relative mess, so you can see the progress of your efforts as you go, which eggs the keen amateur housemaid on something remarkable. It's like painting a white wall a bold dark colour. Each wave of the roller brings another throb of excitement and feeling of accomplishment.
So, that's it really. I can't hang about today; I've got to stop at Robert Dyas en route home and stock up on Brillo Pads and caustic soda.
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