As I'm currently homeless I've been living at the boys house until we can
find a little place of our own. Now, I shall tell you all about my dreams of
eclectic kitchenware floral cushions soon enough, but for now let me tell you
one thing.\
Being a housewife seems to be damned hard work.\
In return for essentially free rent, I've been keeping the house clean and
doing other chores such as ironing for the lads. Don't get me wrong, I'm not
complaining as I'm incredibly grateful (and I secretly enjoy it), but goodness
me it is hard work! A house that 3 boys have occupied for years and that is not
cleaned regularly is a mission. Especially trying to remove the 4 months worth
of soap scum and limescale I'm trying to get off the shower glass.\
I've tried all the products in the cupboard but am now attempting an
industrial foam that you leave to soak on the glass that apparently will just
wipe clean. I hope it does because this shower has become my own personal
challenge. I will not let this mouldy, scummy shower defeat me.\
Why? Because I am a domestic goddess.\
The thing that does secretly worry me about my newfound love of cleaning
though is that it seems I have, as was possibly inevitable, turned into my
mother.
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