Monday 2nd OctoberThe holiday aftermath has well overflowed my washing basket. How many machine loads are there? Zia and Susi won’t be back until next Monday. I am full of tension that cleaning seems to appease. I throw myself into housework. I hoover the carpets. And, also for the first time, I hoover our heavy curtains. I mop the kitchen and bathroom floors. And, for the first time, I also mop the walls of both bathrooms with bleach. I have a bleach addiction. ‘Kill all known germs’ has stuck with me. The cleaning frenzy extends to cupboards. Out comes everything. Each item inspected for the expiry date, shelves bleached, and everything back in again.
When I get round to washing the windows, Adriano comes to mind. He spent his adult life wiping windows. What was the point of it all, whe
