First posted 09/12/09
I have just done some cleaning. I cleaned the bathroom, dusted and hoovered everywhere, and did the washing up. These are all things that I used to delegate to the excellent Edyta, whom I can no longer afford. It is practical and therefore relaxing — I may combine a bit of cleaning into my daily routine.
It is also dangerous. I covered the bathroom in Cillit Bang (a substance of whose existence I was blissfully unaware until a few weeks ago) and then had a hell of a job to mop it all up. The fumes are incredible. Still, if I make it to the morning without passing out, going blind from accidentally getting it in my eyes, or finding I have bleached my favourite jumper, I think it will all have been a success.