Today is cleaning day. Have I mentioned how intensely I dislike cleaning?
And it's sunny so as I dust I will see the dust motes flitter merrily in the air briefly before landing back in exactly the same spots.
But I have to clean as it's my last chance before we go on holiday - did I mention that we're going to Corsica for a week?
Why clean before you go away? In case burglars come of course, that is, so you can tell if they've been. If I didn't tidy it could take months before we noticed that we'd been robbed.
Two hours later
Not started cleaning yet. Have managed to find ways to avoid it largely by trying to take an official birthday photograph of George who's 2 on Sunday - yes, when we're away - again! Last year we were in Canada; this year we'll be on our way to Corsica. But it's all right as we're going to fib to him and celebrate his birthday tomorrow. He won't mind as long as he gets big birthday bones.