Stand by your beds..

This week has been somewhat varied, strange varied but mostly just audaciously varied, It all began when i received an early morning phone call on the last Monday in May, now my phone rarely if ever rings, but when it does it’s invariably for news I’m wanting to hear, that day was to be no exception, my estate agent were calling to inform me I was in fact due my annual inspection, (not me personally you understand), but rather the rental property i live in, Now if you have learnt anything at all about me over the months of these missives, its that my tiny apartment maybe on smallish side, but ive always strived to keep it neat and tidy, Mainly if I’m being honest because any more than two things out at any one time and I would have to take up mountaineering, there is absolutely no room for clutter of any kind, even if I were to be predisposed,. Plus cleaning without the aid of electrical gadgets not only is much harder, but takes far more of your time, this taught me very early on to clean up as I go along….Something that is on the whole preferential for myself anyhow.

But even though I clean daily, still that panic button was well and truly hit, for the next three weeks everything within reach was not safe from my ministrations, either i polished the woodwork until it gleamed,bleached thoroughly, or just have things a damn good scrubbing 😁, Jesse watched on the sidelines at a safe distance, somewhat bemused by all the fluried activity, he had already tried to reassure me to no avail,,..Finally realising the best plan of action was no action and just to let me go about my merry way, cleaning up things that really didn’t require it, much less tiring that way😁,as the days grew closer, I became not only more fractious,but industrious in my work, …

Inspector without gadgets..

The morning finally arrived, I awoke stupidly early to a glorious sunny dawn,(least I had that going for me, everything looks so much better in the sunlight right?) throwing open the windows to emit fresh air, trying in vain to dilute the stench rising up from copious amounts of Lavender disinfectant, orange pledge polish, and the peppermint oil percolating away in its change colour air humidifier,. I began running about hyped up further by goodly amounts of gulped down strong hot coffee, I had started the second my feet touched the ground, tweaking last minute things, plumping cushions, putting away things in places I’ve got small chance of finding ever again without the aid of either a pack of sniffer dogs or a Satnav, maybe a water deviner?😁

The Eagle has landed…actually I think it was Walter Pigeon…

I had finally got to a point where I felt everything was acceptable for receiving visitors, or at least someone coming in to check things over, …after finishing up, I take a minute to finally just breathe!!!, It’s as I’m sat staring out the window, that i realise this flurry of activity is just me being pro active,(the need to have control over something (I know full well, I can never like it though, when they go I am left feeling somewhat invaded, my privacy interrupted, I am I’ve discovered over the years a very private sort of person, my bedroom particularly an inner sanctum, a barrier against that outside world, so this fills me full of dread and unease.. I am if nothing else a very good bluffer., when finally the very nice smart gentleman arrives, I do my up most to hide the turmoil i find myself going through,, Manners taught once, very long ago go into auto pilot, I play a good hostess and everything works out fine…

Over the weekend temperatures have soared, and during the day despite lacking air conditioning and loathing to use fans, since the cost of electricity like the temperatures is still soaring , I’ve managed this well enough so far, it’s amazing how far a bucket of ice in your thermal beaker will go to cooling one down, I make sure to also take full advantage of any cross breeze blowing from my living room and bedroom windows, nights I have very little choice in the matter though and am more than a little glad of my tower fan whirring away moving the stuffy warm arm about in an attempt to fool me it’s cool…being on the ground floor means the Windows are shut firmly after dark.

Sunday morning dawned just as hot as it’s predecessor’s, once again I am up with the lark, sleep becomes increasingly difficult with the sun shining through my bedroom window…plus I want to get a start on things early before the sun really gets its dander up…Washing is always first on the agenda, this is mainly because hand washed clothes takea that much longer to dry, . I always soak clothes first over night, cutting wash time, but that morning before I could set to, there was a knock on the door,. I’m only too glad at this point, I had had the forethought to get showered and dressed, because answering the door in one’s pants with bed hair is indeed frowned upon here in blighty…

On answering the door I see stood a delivery driver, in his hands a rather large cumbersome box, he does no more than places it upon the floor, turns and leaves, I’m left saying thank you and bye to his retreating back.😁, first I established that whatever the package contains is in fact for me, I’m not to my knowledge expecting a delivery…but on closer inspection I see yes it is definitely addressed to me, hmmmmmm.

washtub Willy

After breaking two nails trying to peel off the copious amount of tape, I decide scissors are in order..😁, I tackle the tape, many layers of cardboard to reveal a large plastic drum…no I’m not joining a band,(and be grateful I dont ever!!!!😁) This if you can imagine the inside of a washing machine, then make it plastic, you have what I was looking at…Jesse worried about my endless amounts of washing, and the fact my hands would survive to tell the tale, has bought me what I could only describe as a type of hand cranked washing tub, picture a salad spinner…now make it larger, then you have it…😁, I was excited to give this ingenious little gadget a whirl, . Pleased now I hadn’t already begun my washing, I set too.

After a few minutes of cursing trying to set it’s lid on straight, I decide the bath is the place for my new toy, and I’m thrilled with it from the off set..I find washing I didn’t know I had and begin the clockwise cranking , the outter drum is filled with soapy water, while the inner one spins agitating the clothes within, it’s a bit like churning butter must have been, but I love it, . Turns out Jesse had spent an eternity searching through pages on Amazon trying to find just such a thing to aid my work load, and it’s not only perfect for this it’s fun..who knew 😁, like all gadgets it had to have a monika, name..(hence washtub Willy😁..better still batteries and electricity are not required… Anyhow folks enough from me, I’ve my trusty carpet sweeper to run up and down with, take care out there now all ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛.