Cleanliness next to godliness??
Posted on 21st August 2019 at 17:55
I got up this morning and, thank goodness, the sun was shining through the panes in my bedroom window... and that’s when I saw it, SHOCK!! HORROR!! the downpour of dust particles shining in the sun beams.
No personal space invaded
I do, however, think I have a problem. Just seeing something slightly off kilter makes me want to go and rectify it. Sitting in a café or, more recently, an airport departure lounge, and spying that plug switch in the ‘on’ position.... yes, that’s me, going over to turn it to ‘off’. My daughter is hopefully not as bad but she has been known to go up to complete strangers and tuck their clothes labels in (now at this point I must state that it’s generally only girls she approaches and no personal space was invaded without their prior permission).
Run for the hills
This is not the sort of slackness that brings me out in hives. It’s the wanton piles of dirty linen, soiled clothing, greasy crockery, unflushed toilets, abandoned belongings that pervade every floor surface of a dwelling that makes me want to run for the hills (preferably lush, green hills that have been freshly mown... oh no, must remember my antihistamine so my hayfever doesn’t start up), aaarrrggghhh!!!
Now, anyone who knows me knows that I’m a stickler for cleanliness. Indeed, there’s been many a heated argument... no rephrase that, ‘passionate discussion’ in my house on the merits of a tidy home meaning a tidy mind. That’s my viewpoint anyway and this lady aint for turning!
It always amazes me how some people – how should I put this? – ‘fully live’ in their space. I recently went on holiday with a girlfriend and the contrast from her side of the apartment to my side was stark, lol. Imagine a whirling dervish with the speed of the road runner on one side and then on the other, the tranquil ebb and flow of waves lapping on a shore.... Yes, it was that bad.
Balance in my world
The upshot of these musings? I unpacked the brand new vacuum cleaner I had bought just 2 days previously, wore down the bristles of my broom and swept and vacuumed my gite within an inch of a dust particle! All is now in balance in my world.... now, where’s the Mr Sheen???
Tagged as: renting a holiday home in France
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