This is a survey of one – me.
For I have lots of paid work on at the moment (I’m not complaining) and the housework has taken even more of a back seat than it did when my boys were little.
There are dust bunnies all round the skirting boards. The hard floors are covered in spills. There is evidence of wet dog shake up the walls in the hallway. The paintwork is smeared and grimy, and I haven’t plumped a sofa cushion for three weeks.
I don’t like it. I am somewhat surprised to find that I want, need, yearn for a quiet day every week so I can sweep, dust, vacuum, mop and plump. So I can feel on top of my house. And I want to do it myself, not hire a cleaner.
Who would have thought it?