Cleaning... or the Day the Hoovers Died.

[thornyrose42]

Oh God. Why on the day when I get back from a fairly exhausting trip down south to find that no cleaning of any description has been done in my absence do both of our hoovers decide to break? Damn it I wanted to be all superior and 'Oh, by the way, since you guys didn't feel up to it, I just cleaned all the things, just to let you know'. Instead the utility room floor is covered in dust and so is my recently showered self. The sitting room does at least look tidier than it was... I think I'll do the bathroom and then call it a night.

ETA: Also, did I mention that I have slight dust allergies? I try to ignore it mostly but ugh... *reaches for the tissues*