Whistle (along to Barry Manilow) while you work
Sharing a kitchen is horrible. Unable to stand the filth and mess much longer, I have gone berserk with a broom. Donning my tea pot apron and rubber gloves, I cleaned the kitchen from top to bottom, every nook and cranny is sparkling. Scraping fat from someone elses greasy meal, left to solidify on the grill was not a high point of my day, it must be said. Neither was scrubbing at the ominous and pungent brown spillage in the fridge. Alas, I did it. Well done me. Photographic evidence is provided....it's been a quiet evening.
Before
After.
The only reason I am being so sad about this and blogging, is because none of the mess was mine, as I had been away for a week, and it took TWO SODDING HOURS of my life, I listened to Barry Manilow's Greatest Hits all the way through! Therefore I think I am a bloody amazing person and I want to brag about my domestic goddessness.