Years ago, in Auckland when we were both working long hours The Old Girl hired a house cleaner to come in for half a day each Thursday.
Wednesday evenings were always fraught because she would be running about dusting and cleaning and directing me to do other things like vacuuming and cleaning toilets. Why? Because the cleaner was coming in the morning. WTF!
This Christmas she has booked a garden service to come in on January 3 to rip out all the horrible plants, trees and weeds at the front of the section, landscape it and plant tidier native bushes. All good so far? Yes, but ....
.... most of yesterday and this morning she has been gardening - "to get things in order and tidy for when the gardeners come."
Can anyone out there make sense of this? Not a woman because they're nuts.
2 comments:
Uncle Malcolm said that last sentence yesterday. Maybe you two would really hit it off?
Eeeeeew!
We don't leave stuff like that lying around. That's disgusting.
I hope you wash your hands before going home.
By the way, if you were to read my post properly you might see that I talked about actual cleaning before the cleaner arrived, not merely tidying.
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