Afternoon all, usual good wishes.
Whilst I appreciate that I'm not a candidate for domestic goddess of the year, I do have certain standards when it comes to cleaning.
Admittedly, there are times when it might be possible to write your initials in the dust on the thing that the tv is on (it's black, shows every speck, and that, M'Lud, is the case for the defence) I'm quite diligent with the toilets.
Toilet cleaner is squirted under the rim and round the bowl every night, and left to do it's thing until morning. A toilet brush is then deployed, under rim and around bowl.
So, on deciding to do a "deep clean" I don my rubber gloves, get a bucket of bleach and water and a cloth, and set to!
Bleurgh! Yuk! What on earth is that black stuff that lurks beneath the rim?? How does it get there? How come the nightly squirt of toilet cleaner does not obliterate it?
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic