Clean

I spent most of today cleaning up. Fortunately for me the flat only needs a good clear out once a year and I tend to save this annual grot slot to the week before Christmas. My daughter has suggested that I clean up once a month, which she says would save me time at the end of the year. I think she was just a bit peeved about finding my collection of toe nail clippings behind the bathroom sink when she dropped her electric toothbrush the other week. Anyway this morning I set about my chores, sporting my scruffs, pink rubber gloves and wealding a large bottle of disenfectant. I didn't stop until I came across a hair ball so thick it practically had a pulse. After half an hour's deliberation on how to remove the offending item without touching it. I decided to use my daughter's straighteners, turned off, which of course was the moment she walked through the door. As I lurched forward with the giant ball of hair she screamed causing me to drop it and for it to scuttle off. Perhaps it wasn't a hair ball after all!