The sun finally came out this morning which was a welcome change from the overcast gloom that we’ve been having recently.
While my mother was doing my ironing I made myself busy with a little damp dusting – with the levels of dirt and goodness only knows what accumulates in my home even I was horrified at what was coming off – I do think my blessed wood burner is the prime suspect, and Harry and of course my own lack of regularity in attending to the housework. What I’m saying is my house is a filthy mess and it’s my fault for not doing enough housework on a regular basis.
Housework bores me but having a blitz when you can really see the difference I like. My usual prompt for feverish activity is a visitor on the horizon… brings all the short comings of my lack of housekeeping into focus.
I’m not bragging. I wish I could find some kind of routine that would encourage me to do more…..I’m not a morning person which I think is where part of the problem lies….anyway on the high of the wet dusting tomorrow I plan to well, do something else.