clean

It's been a week of cleaning things. I admit, I'm not a natural Spring Cleaner. Perhaps a close cousin, the Spring Organiser, at times, admittedly. I routinely have without question the tidiest desk and office in the building at work. So it might come as some surprise to my colleagues were they to see the mess I tolerate, nay perpetuate, for various long periods from time to time at home. My work habits have arisen partly from necessity, for quite some time working multiple jobs in different offices, where you simply couldn't afford to leave loose ends hanging. But at home, there's always a better website/dvd/book I guess.

The main point is, in recent days we've been cleaning things I know at least I haven't cleaned since we moved in here almost two years ago... The kind of things you wouldn't normally think to clean. (No boys, I'm not talking about the toilet.) But like the top of the seven foot high cupboard in the kitchen, or lying on the kitchen bench to get head, shoulders, and torso down behind the stove that's chained to the wall. (Ok, I actually cleaned both of those tomorrow; there's some slightly dubious dating of entries going on round here...)

Anyway, kudos to Nick and particularly Hayley who are spearheading this operation, while Bronwyn is dragged out to Pantomime practises and I have us swanning off to dinners with workmates. (Tonight was cool, Nikki and Matt!) Meanwhile back home Nick and Hayley are making sure the flat is so clean that moving out will just be shifting boxes, and there'll be plenty of time to watch the end of Stargate Season 4 on DVD over the weekend...

Mmmm, Stargate gooood.