Spring Cleaning

Of course, the main thing about having an apartment to yourself means that all the onus for cleaning rests squarely on your shoulder unless you're rich enough to afford a maid (i'm not). Thus, this weekend was about time for me to don pink marigolds (i'm kidding - they're yellow) and set about for a bit of spring cleaning. Okay, so it's not spring but what with the 'four distinct seasons' here seemingly bleeding into two (i've given them the names 'Hot' and 'Less Hot'), it was as good a time as any.

Now, those of you who've lived with me in the past will know that i can be something of a Monica when it comes to tidiness and general order. It would infuriate me, for example, when people (who shall remain nameless - they know who they are) would leave dirty pots in the front room, when the hall is a matter of a few strides away. Similarly, with precious little worktop space in the kitchen, when aforementioned dirty pots get left liberally over them instead of stacked relatively neatly. I even once got to the point of stacking dirty pots outside of the culprit's bedroom because it was getting on my nerves so much. Well, worry no more - the Monica in me appears to, at least, have gone into hiding - thus, spring cleaning lasted all of a couple of hours involving a relatively quick wiping round and dusting, sweeping and mopping of the floor - and about half an hour spent tidying up and cleaning the bathroom. I guess that's what happens when it's up to you and you alone to clean.