So I have been busy today. Nothing earth shattering but just catching up on chores.
I cleaned the kitchen floor. Yes, folks I did, honest. I took one look at it this morning and realised that even by my standards of housework I could not leave it any longer. I cannot use a mop or squeezee thingy as pushing it around puts my back just in the right position where it 'goes'. This has happened to me too many times to risk it any more. So I now get down on my bottom, cannot kneel any more as I have a touch of arthritis in my knees, with bowl of water etc and scrub.When I look back at the days when I mopped and polished with gay abandon and non-creaking limbs I realise that Elaine, you are no spring chicken any more.
It is quite satisfying in the end and the best thing, or worst, whichever way you look at it, is that you can really see into corners and the floor now looks pristine.I even moved the fridge and freezer out, only an inch or two I hasten to say, not that mad, and was able to clear up some of the mess revealed. I will leave hauling them fully out to 
the spring. Cleaned up the cupboards, the outside not the inside, another thing for the spring, and the oven. I checked inside but hastily closed the doors again. I do have a super duper oven cleaning set from the Blessed Lakeland which I used about six months ago and was delighted with. I had not cleaned the oven for five years (no do not sneer I bet there are plenty of you out there who are just as bad) and was amazed at the result. I got quite excited by it all but then calmed down pretty quickly when I realised I was getting worked up over A Cleaning Product. Anyway I mopped and mopped and scrubbed and polished and then had lunch and, totally exhausted by this foray into domesticity, fell asleep for a couple of hours.
Duly refreshed I arose from my slumbers and decided to tackle the Drawer in the Bedroom which houses medical stuff, make up stuff, foot stuff, nail stuff, stuff stuff….
I decided that nobody needs twenty packets of Paracetamol, gawd knows how long some of them have been there, so checked the user dates and kept two packs, rest went in bin. I have an abundance of baby buds (why?), and tiny tins of Vaseline that I kept picking up when I needed them. I was ruthless in getting rid of things that have been hanging around for too long and, saddest of all, I found a bunion protector lurking in a corner and I despatched that pretty quickly I can tell you.
Turned my attention to my make up. Oh dear. Six dried up mascaras totally unusable. Eye shadows of colours so lurid I cannot imagine why I purchased them in the first place. Horrid dusty make up brushes. Loads of tube of foundation with a final squeeze in them. Now these I do keep as I have found that if you chuck them out too soon you waste a huge amount so I got scissors and snipped them open and scooped out all that was left and put it in a little container and I reckon I have enough there for some time. I do not buy cheap foundation so feel inordinately pleased with myself for this economy. Suck it up Chanel.
Then Lipsticks. I have discovered I own 25 various shades of pink, I have spent a lifetime finding the perfect pink, never found it yet but I certainly do not need to purchase any more for a while. And another thing with lipsticks, the stubby bits that are left at the bottom have loads of life left in them. I have three of these in my favourite lippy so I did another scooping and they are now in a bijou pottette (always have plenty of those around) and, if I use a lip brush, can apply ok. So suck it up Clinique.
So, not earth shattering, but I do feel a glow of virtue which I always get when I do housework/tidying up. Perhaps I ought to do it more often…….
Bathroom tomorrow. As my brother in law says whenever he sees it 'You know Elaine you really don't need to scatter talcum powder down you, just roll on the floor'. He is right you know.
Au reservoir
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