spring cleaning ahoy
So housemate's granmama is moving back in today after being abroad for more than three months. She is an utter neat-freak, so we're making best efforts to pretend we have been keeping a spic 'n' span home while she's been away. I did up the kitchen today, and it's the cleanest it's been in...probably the past three months (<.<);
Problem with cleaning is once you make one thing shiny, all the OTHER things in the room / floor / house have to be shiny or they all look crap by comparison. This effect is, granted, someone mitigated by the fact that all MY crap is up three flights of stairs. I effectively live in a witch's tower. Nevertheless, my room is integrated with the house-proper in my mind, so all the mess that's been breeding on my bed corners and desk top and floor and any other surface, flat or no, and probably has developed rudimentary sentience at this point, needs to be put to rights.
I think I've been spoilt by the lack of humidity+mold+OMG!bugs problems in England - I mean I'm sure natives would disagree with me on one or all of those points, but they wouldn't dare compare them to Western Japan. At the same time, tho, I DO miss my Hobbit Hole in Tinytowne, Kansai. Especially on days like today when I am just getting over a Tesco-sponsored case of food poisoning, am behind on my essay-tackling schedule for spring break, am applying for a minimum of four bar / cafe / shop / office jobs a day with a maximum of zero responses thus far, and lo and behold housemate's brother has brought his girlfriend up from Dandytown (not actual name) for "a few days' holiday," despite the fact that she is suffering from tonsilitis, which is caused by easily transmissible bacteria or viruses, which they SURELY must know about, both having medical degrees and all, and yet here they are, sneezing all over the living room furniture 8|
...but that's alright. Dr. Brother's a chill dude and I have no problem with Dr. Girlfriend when she's not being contagious. All I need is ONE break and the millions of CVs and contact details I have sent out to total strangers will have been worth it. The dust on the bookshelves and the piles of useless papers WILL perish before my smiting hands. And perhaps my stomach will be strong enough to handle cake tonight when granmama gets in from the airport.
Problem with cleaning is once you make one thing shiny, all the OTHER things in the room / floor / house have to be shiny or they all look crap by comparison. This effect is, granted, someone mitigated by the fact that all MY crap is up three flights of stairs. I effectively live in a witch's tower. Nevertheless, my room is integrated with the house-proper in my mind, so all the mess that's been breeding on my bed corners and desk top and floor and any other surface, flat or no, and probably has developed rudimentary sentience at this point, needs to be put to rights.
I think I've been spoilt by the lack of humidity+mold+OMG!bugs problems in England - I mean I'm sure natives would disagree with me on one or all of those points, but they wouldn't dare compare them to Western Japan. At the same time, tho, I DO miss my Hobbit Hole in Tinytowne, Kansai. Especially on days like today when I am just getting over a Tesco-sponsored case of food poisoning, am behind on my essay-tackling schedule for spring break, am applying for a minimum of four bar / cafe / shop / office jobs a day with a maximum of zero responses thus far, and lo and behold housemate's brother has brought his girlfriend up from Dandytown (not actual name) for "a few days' holiday," despite the fact that she is suffering from tonsilitis, which is caused by easily transmissible bacteria or viruses, which they SURELY must know about, both having medical degrees and all, and yet here they are, sneezing all over the living room furniture 8|
...but that's alright. Dr. Brother's a chill dude and I have no problem with Dr. Girlfriend when she's not being contagious. All I need is ONE break and the millions of CVs and contact details I have sent out to total strangers will have been worth it. The dust on the bookshelves and the piles of useless papers WILL perish before my smiting hands. And perhaps my stomach will be strong enough to handle cake tonight when granmama gets in from the airport.