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Sep. 6th, 2005 09:35 pmI traipsed over to Reading today to gauge how much cleaning needed to be done on the old house. The answer? Lots.
So, I've cleaned the kitchen (and dining room) and just need to transfer all my cleaning supplies into a box. All the dusting is done downstairs too, so I just need to run the hoover round the front room and I'm done there. Upstairs needs dusting everywhere and random pieces of crap picked up before hoovering. And I have to try and chip away the last stubborn bits of limescale which have eluded my heavy-duty cleaner. Oh well.
So, I'm now all dusty and have a lovely headache created by stress, dust, fumes, and cigarette smoke. I'd forgotten how obsessively people smoke on train platforms; like they're stocking up on enough nicotine to last them for an hour's journey.... (Reminds me of hampsters storing food in their cheeks.) Of course, everyone else has to suffer it. No wonder my eyes are also killing me.
I got back at about six thirty, then we went straight to our niece's second birthday party. Which was fun! I love kids parties... you're always guaranteed to get cheese-and-pineapple-onna-stick :) She had fun, and she's finally taking more of an interest in the contents of boxes rather than the packaging!
Now I'm absolutely knacked, slightly cranky, and wishing I could fall asleep as easily as Dave. He's snoring away in the armchair and I'm looking on enviously.
So, I've cleaned the kitchen (and dining room) and just need to transfer all my cleaning supplies into a box. All the dusting is done downstairs too, so I just need to run the hoover round the front room and I'm done there. Upstairs needs dusting everywhere and random pieces of crap picked up before hoovering. And I have to try and chip away the last stubborn bits of limescale which have eluded my heavy-duty cleaner. Oh well.
So, I'm now all dusty and have a lovely headache created by stress, dust, fumes, and cigarette smoke. I'd forgotten how obsessively people smoke on train platforms; like they're stocking up on enough nicotine to last them for an hour's journey.... (Reminds me of hampsters storing food in their cheeks.) Of course, everyone else has to suffer it. No wonder my eyes are also killing me.
I got back at about six thirty, then we went straight to our niece's second birthday party. Which was fun! I love kids parties... you're always guaranteed to get cheese-and-pineapple-onna-stick :) She had fun, and she's finally taking more of an interest in the contents of boxes rather than the packaging!
Now I'm absolutely knacked, slightly cranky, and wishing I could fall asleep as easily as Dave. He's snoring away in the armchair and I'm looking on enviously.
