Today I dusted and then vacuumed. It made more sense especially when I had wiped a venetian blind down. (Along with the sound of Queen blasting 'another one bites the dust' in the background ). After doing that there was a fair mess on the carpet. Then I washed the floor.

Last place I was in the floor was crunchy and the dust was so thick I was embarrassed when I had a visitor which was a rare event. Spiders bit me while I slept. Moving to another place was a great way to clean things up and get rid of 'stuff'. Maintaining it now is not such a mountain to climb when I keep on top of it.

The owner was here today fixing the tap I broke on Wednesday. The estate agent will be here for an inspection this coming Tuesday. The front room has five floor to ceiling windows and a another one half of their size above the kitchen sink. I have found that I actually like not tripping over things dropped on the floor be myself or having things dumped on the bed and not being able to get into the bed. Furbabies not included.

I know a lady who lives on a farm Eskie. She is a grandmother, large family, baby sits, in involved in many projects in the community. She also has chooks and dogs and has a very full life. Like you she has a heart of gold and does many things for others. Hearts of gold are to be valued.

Maybe if I owned this place I wouldn't be this clean. I wouldn't have the sense of being evicted over my head.