We have nearly finished unpacking. Finding places for things. Throwing things away if I can’t remember using it in the past … ahem … ten years.
We have proper wardrobes now so I can no longer justify using the floor. We even have a working washing machine. Oh how I miss the launderette *COUGH*. In excitement I have done six loads of washing since Saturday. Probably less excitement, more sheer build up of filthy washing. Imagine my joy this evening when I spent three hours ironing and could have done another three.
To my utter shame I delivered the children to the OAP Childminder this morning to find that when they took off their sandals their feet were black … and the last tenant reckons she had professional cleaners in before she moved. If it is true, which I am willing to bet 1 million pounds that I don’t have on it being false, I hope she didn’t pay them.
My shoes have been sticking to the kitchen and conservatory floor like an early 90′s nightclub carpet. So bad, that even a mop wouldn’t shift it. Tomorrow, after work, I shall be mostly on my hands and knees like a Victorian maid scrubbing the bejesus out of the floor.
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I remember when my washing machine decided to die on me – I had to go to the laundrette every day practically, and it was hell in the holidays, as the kids were almost dying themselves of boredom!
I do miss it though!
Oh, thank Jeebus!
When I read, “An early 90s nightclub carpet”, I was afraid this post was going to be about a “Brazillian Wax” or something.
Actually now you come to mention it, that is a good description. Not of mine of course, if you kow what I mean *COUGH*
Get scrubbing the floor woman. Maybe when the previous tenant stated professionally cleaned they were professional in a different field of cleaning. Actually you can hire carpet cleaners from Homebase for next to nothing and they are very good so I’m told.
Pay the teenager to iron
I might ask her if she fancies it, though it’s unlikely.
Darling sister, I am having bad thoughts about the sorts of ‘professional cleaning’ you refer to above and one of them involves cheese.
reading this has made me feel a bit better about my own kitchen floor – but i can’t blame it anyone else but myself. i hate mopping
I hate mopping too … but not nearly as much as the previous tenant.
What is this ironing thing?
You’ll have to ask Dani for the definition!
Glad the move went OK, when we moved in to our first home the previous owners had six children and it looked as though they had emptied the contents of the vacume on the carpet – I feel your pain.
I also think that my ironing breeds!
The woman who lived here had six children too, so it sounds similar!
Ew. We had a similar experience when we moved in here. A hairy bathroom floor is enough to induce even me to clean… bleurgh.
Hairy floor, nice. Bleurgh. Just wondering where those hairs came from …