yep really.
My wooden floor is like an ice rink and that's 10 days after it was cleaned. I have 'mopped it' twice since then in the hope I can avoid slipping and breaking my neck any time soon.
We have a new cleaner. Since the perfect Sandra left we have had 2 others who re-invented the job description of 'cleaner' to be 'not really any cleaner than before we arrived' ... so I changed agencies. Now we have a lovely girl called Mihaela. Or so I thought... She came for the first time last week and once again as I opened the front door the lovely clean smell hit me. Then as I kicked off my shoes I had to scramble to catch hold of the bookshelf before I fell arse over tit onto the floor.
'Blimey', I thought, 'she's done a good job' and was very impressed until I worked out that she'd cleaned both halls, lounge and kitchen floor with PLEDGE!! Don't misunderstand me, it smelled beautiful but it was bloody deathtrap.
Boyf was out (in the pub) for the evening so I thought i should warn him about the hall (even though my inner child was chuckling at the thought of him coming in slightly inebriated and falling flat on his backside). At exactly 20 past midnight I heard a very loud 'WOOOOAAAHHHHH' and a scramble and a shoe hitting the floor. Yes, despite my text warning and him taking extra care, he too succumbed to the slippy floor dance.
At first it was quite fun and we skated round in our socks however it never seemed to get any less slippery and after almost breaking my neck again as i left the bedroom for a 4am loo trip I decided that we had to give it a good clean.
I've tried and it's not really worked. This, combined with the fact our new cleaner was sick this week, leads me to believe she is trying to kill us. Maybe she thinks we have a secret stash of cash somewhere? Well, she'll be very disappointed.
Watch this space to see if I die before she comes back next week...
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Forgive me Blogspot for I have sinned....
...it's been, erm, over 3 months since my last blog.
What does this mean? That I am so dull that I have nothing to talk about? That I am so vacant that I have had no thoughts for 3 months? That I am such a busy person that I couldn't possibly have time to waste time on such fanciful things as blogging?
Nope. None of the above. I think, if I'm honest, it's that I've had so much on my mind I just haven't had the time to compose them into something meaningful and also something that i feel comfortable blogging. Not that anyone generally reads this but one can never be too careful.
How do you decide what you blog about? What makes a good blog? And what makes a blog interesting? Just how personal should you get? And if your thoughts will perhaps upset someone close to you, should you still share them with all and sundry? This I have thought a lot about and I'm still not sure if I've come to a good conclusion yet but what I do know is that as long as you're being honest and so long as you're happy to share those thoughts with the person you're blogging about too then i guess it's okay.
I think I need to stop over analysing things and just be honest. That is something I have learned over the last few months. The more you just keep it all in and dwell on your troubles then the worse these things will get. They just grow inside you out of all proportion until you start inventing problems and scenarios in your head that will probably never happen. I should know -I am the queen of reading too much into things. People that know me tend to think that I'm pretty up-front and will always stand up for myself and most of the time I will...except when it's really important! I've managed to successfully stay trapped in crap relationships because I'm too scared to speak up and equally I've managed to screw up some pretty good ones by not voicing certain concerns.
My unofficial New Years resolution was to sort myself out and I'm halfway there. Had a good 'cards on the table' chat with The Boyfriend in January. Well, I say 'good' ... it almost ended the relationship but in the end it didn't and we managed to be honest with each other. It has meant compromise and a certain amount of tolerance but we're getting there. All I need to do now is have a good talk to myself about my job and then I'll be golden!
Okay, it's late and I'm still slightly emotional about watching Notting Hill for the umpteenth time (see fairy tales can come true... well, if you are fairly wealthy and live in a pretty posh part of London with middle class friends anyway...) so I'll sign off for now with another [very late] New Years resolution to pay more attention to my terribly neglected blog.
What does this mean? That I am so dull that I have nothing to talk about? That I am so vacant that I have had no thoughts for 3 months? That I am such a busy person that I couldn't possibly have time to waste time on such fanciful things as blogging?
Nope. None of the above. I think, if I'm honest, it's that I've had so much on my mind I just haven't had the time to compose them into something meaningful and also something that i feel comfortable blogging. Not that anyone generally reads this but one can never be too careful.
How do you decide what you blog about? What makes a good blog? And what makes a blog interesting? Just how personal should you get? And if your thoughts will perhaps upset someone close to you, should you still share them with all and sundry? This I have thought a lot about and I'm still not sure if I've come to a good conclusion yet but what I do know is that as long as you're being honest and so long as you're happy to share those thoughts with the person you're blogging about too then i guess it's okay.
I think I need to stop over analysing things and just be honest. That is something I have learned over the last few months. The more you just keep it all in and dwell on your troubles then the worse these things will get. They just grow inside you out of all proportion until you start inventing problems and scenarios in your head that will probably never happen. I should know -I am the queen of reading too much into things. People that know me tend to think that I'm pretty up-front and will always stand up for myself and most of the time I will...except when it's really important! I've managed to successfully stay trapped in crap relationships because I'm too scared to speak up and equally I've managed to screw up some pretty good ones by not voicing certain concerns.
My unofficial New Years resolution was to sort myself out and I'm halfway there. Had a good 'cards on the table' chat with The Boyfriend in January. Well, I say 'good' ... it almost ended the relationship but in the end it didn't and we managed to be honest with each other. It has meant compromise and a certain amount of tolerance but we're getting there. All I need to do now is have a good talk to myself about my job and then I'll be golden!
Okay, it's late and I'm still slightly emotional about watching Notting Hill for the umpteenth time (see fairy tales can come true... well, if you are fairly wealthy and live in a pretty posh part of London with middle class friends anyway...) so I'll sign off for now with another [very late] New Years resolution to pay more attention to my terribly neglected blog.
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