Hello happy campers.
I take stock of my talents.
- I can tell a filthy joke without so much as blushing, and swear with enough conviction to make a sailor cringe.
- I can suture a wound and the sight of blood does not worry me too much.
- I have run a marathon, and can run 10km without too much worries.
- I can cook a nice dinner. Furthermore I can look at what I have in the cupboard and make up tasty dishes from what is in there. I am creative like that.
- I have worked many night shifts and can talk coherently afterwards on the ward round.
- I can speak authoritatively to a large audience (in fact I enjoy it)
- I can pick a nice bottle of wine for a dinner party, and am often called on to pick wine when out.
- I am not too afraid to say what I think, and have learned to do so in a tactful manner
- I am bloody brilliant at parallel parking - I often say that if I had a dad, he'd be very proud of this fact
- I give good cuddles and am a good friend, daughter and sister.
My fella is really good at housework. In a past life, he was a butcher, and learned to clean things to a fine shine.
I don't have a dishwasher in my current place. My dishes have suffered for it with little bits of missed crud on them. I recently learned my fella often re did them.
I can't fold a sheet to save myself. Even my towel folding is crookedy and try as I might I can't get 'em straight.
There is clutter, lots of it. I have difficulty keeping things tidy. There is lots of dust. It is better for my nose if I leave it settled rather than upset it with a duster.
Don't even start me on my closet.
And though I like a garden as much as anybody else, and like looking at flowers, any proposition of me actually doing any gardening will be met with a glazed over expression.
I think it's genetic. My mum, being a single mother, didn't have a lot of time to clean, bless her. My nanna, a brilliant cook, was slightly less brilliant at cleaning. It's in the mitochondria.
Don't get me wrong, I do hygeine fine, my shower isn't mouldy, and I run by the general rule of no vermin.
I suspect when I move in with my fella, he would like me to be a bit more tidy. I will try, really I will.
But when he asked me what the best bit of the new house was, I said "the dishwasher". And I have insisted on getting a cleaner for the heavy tasks. It's good for the economy, getting a cleaner. I am pretty selfless like that.
At the end of the day, I don't get too worried by my lack of household talent. I invited a neighbour and her new bubba in for a cuppa, stating "If you don't mind my mess.....ahhh sod it, just come in for a cuppa, place is a bit messy". Warmth is much more important than tidiness.
Having said that, I am all about self-improvement, and I want to do my share of keeping things tidy.
Any tips for me? Do you know of any cleaning/organising blogs?