Cleanliness is next to Godliness
On Saturday, strengthened by a surge of energy I resolve to tackle the mountain of catalogues, builders merchants bills, bank statements, empty envelopes, random notes and circulars piled high in a tray on the worktop.
Two hours later, with the help of my trusty shredder, I have produced two stuffed pink recycling sacks.
This gives me smug satisfaction.
With five friends coming for dinner I then decide the house must be cleaned up at least a little.
Vigorous activity with dusters and the vacuum cleaner follows
I empty the ashes from the wood burner and lay the fire. Next I wipe the surfaces behind the AGA, a daily chore if there has been the slightest breeze.
Into the dining room, I sort out the dishes, polish the table, locate six napkins, six matching wine glasses and lay six places.
I organise food, pans, serving dishes, nibbles.
At approximately 3.0pm I decide to have a leisurely shower, wash my hair and relax.
I step into the shower, the hot water streams onto me and I reach for the shampoo. At this moment the flow of water stops. Abruptly. Without warning.
"Don't do this to me " I shriek.
Pulling a tracksuit onto my wet body I rush down to the boiler room, flick every reset button on the electrical circuits, and swear very emphatically when nothing happens.
Defeated I ring my son and trot off to his house ,a mere fifteen minutes away, to complete my shower.
On Sunday I decide not complain, no-one really needs hot water on tap especially since 1.5 billion people have no water on tap at all, hot or cold.
On Monday my friendly neighbourhood electrician arrives and we discover that my new, all singing, high powered pump is so effective it has forced the pipe off the outlet, hence no water in the heating system.
Easily rectified after all and at small expense. And boy the house looks clean!
Two hours later, with the help of my trusty shredder, I have produced two stuffed pink recycling sacks.
This gives me smug satisfaction.
With five friends coming for dinner I then decide the house must be cleaned up at least a little.
Vigorous activity with dusters and the vacuum cleaner follows
I empty the ashes from the wood burner and lay the fire. Next I wipe the surfaces behind the AGA, a daily chore if there has been the slightest breeze.
Into the dining room, I sort out the dishes, polish the table, locate six napkins, six matching wine glasses and lay six places.
I organise food, pans, serving dishes, nibbles.
At approximately 3.0pm I decide to have a leisurely shower, wash my hair and relax.
I step into the shower, the hot water streams onto me and I reach for the shampoo. At this moment the flow of water stops. Abruptly. Without warning.
"Don't do this to me " I shriek.
Pulling a tracksuit onto my wet body I rush down to the boiler room, flick every reset button on the electrical circuits, and swear very emphatically when nothing happens.
Defeated I ring my son and trot off to his house ,a mere fifteen minutes away, to complete my shower.
On Sunday I decide not complain, no-one really needs hot water on tap especially since 1.5 billion people have no water on tap at all, hot or cold.
On Monday my friendly neighbourhood electrician arrives and we discover that my new, all singing, high powered pump is so effective it has forced the pipe off the outlet, hence no water in the heating system.
Easily rectified after all and at small expense. And boy the house looks clean!
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