I used to be friends with a girl who was excessively house proud. I HATED being in her house. I felt I was making it look untidy just by being there. I always felt like Hyacinth Bucket's nervous next door neighbour. I am sure she felt equally uncomfortable in my home.
I also used to iron everything that wasn't nailed down lol. Kids socks, underwear, towels (towels!!!) - everything.
I have now gone from one extreme to the other, and for the past 15 years, I haven't picked an iron up. I literally iron NOTHING. This came about because I finally realised that ironing everything, only for the kids to shove a pile of beautifully ironed clothing into the bottom of the wardrobe, was really not a good use of my time.
My home is clean enough to be hygienic, dirty enough to be comfortable to be lived in. I have no intention of arriving at the gates of heaven or hell, regretting not having lived in a cleaner house!
He has done it! The toolmakers son has resigned!
I hope the new PM is kind to Larry the Cat



