Curlywhirly you don’t need grout cleaner. You need vinyl flooring! Just a quick mop over and it’s pristine again.
After years of cleaning up after a husband, five children, plus foster kids and half the neighbours’ children who were practically in residence, my ‘lazy gene’ has kicked in.
Housework is done on the basis of how grubby things look. As I’m mostly on my own the house stays pretty clean. The kitchen and bathrooms are pristine, but I don’t mind a bit of dust. The windows are cleaned when the sun shines through and shows me how bad they are. Most items don’t need ironing.
If this makes me sound like a slut, well, I don’t care. My friends (in normal times) come to see me, not how shiny my house looks. My house-proud daughter has learned not to express her opinion, and I think that she’s secretly a bit jealous of my relaxed attitude to housework.
After many years of being forced to keep on top of the cleaning it’s good to just ‘dust, if I must’.