I've got lovely connotations with 'house proud'. I think of my gran, housecoat & rollers singing through her morning of scrubbing, mangling & polishing in a whirl of yellow dusters.
She'd had such a hard life in so many ways but was marvellously house proud of her tiny council bungalow.
Airbnb new rules - can't ask guests to wash up!
Arguments with son and I don't know what to do?

