Spring cleaning – that’s how it started. Actually I had no intention of doing any spring cleaning. I was pushing the vacuum cleaner around because when you have a largish, inside dog, no matter how short her fur, you need to vacuum. Often.
Then I got to the bathroom. The floor's clean but it never really looks clean; the grout between the tiles is so grubby. I investigated closely. Hm, if I get a toothbrush and the Jiff does that make the grout a closer shade of pale? Yes, it does! It does!
I abandoned the vacuum cleaner, armed myself with an (old, don’t worry) toothbrush, Jiff crème cleanser, and a cloth for rinsing and commenced attacking the floor. It looked so sparkly when I finished I started on the toilet next.
The next day it was the en suite, and the kitchen. It rapidly bordered on obsession as I moved onto the metal rungs edging the steps. All looks shiny and clean now. Sigh.
Only problem is I now move around the house like Jack Nicholson’s character in As Good As It Gets avoiding stepping on any cracks/edges between the tiles so that they remain pristine.
Must get a new hobby.