I've blogged before about how I am not the most efficient cleaner in the world and that sometimes Mr FF just grabs all the cleaning stuff and does a blitz around the house. I keep things tidy, after all I'm not a slobby type - it's just that I don't clean in the little corners of things that I have trouble reaching or the top of picture frames. A sunny day will always make me think about cleaning the windows, but why does it have to be so often? Why don't they stay clean for longer? Well, one of the reasons that our balcony doors are smeared all the time are those pesky greedy little flying
Now we've established that I am quite slow in maintaining due orderliness and sparkality, what possessed me to buy a new kitchen bin that has to be cleaned every time I put something into it. It's only the pushy stainless steel bit that has to be cleaned but it does smear each and every time I actually put something against it. It now has its own dedicated cleaning cloth hanging on the door handle beside it. In fact each time I use it - about ten times daily I reckon - I feel like one of those fifties housewives, always seen with a feather duster in their hand, only mine is an e-cloth because I'm a millenium home manager.