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[flemmings]

Nice day, warmer than forecast but sunny and dry.

Clean linen, clean clothes, clean front hallway, clean kitchen floor, half-clean stairs (must wash the top six). My feet are happy walking there. Just wish vacuuming didn't make my back ache the way it's always done. Aren't those core exercises working at all?

Overnight oats with coconut cream are the best. You need milk for them in the morning because coconut and oatneal goes to stodge, but the flavour is divine.

That Shakespeare bucket list that's going around. Spent my teens and twenties going to Stratford every summer, so it's easier to list the plays I haven't seen. Any of Henry VI, Cymbeline, Coriolanus, Taming of the Shrew, Henry VIII and Merry Wives (both of which I could see this year if sitting for several hours was still an option), Timon and Titus and Two Noble Kinsmen. And, just as I've never read David Copperfield or Crime and Punishment, I've never seen Othello or Richard III. Could remedy the first this year as well; could remedy both with the Olivier films. But films don't count, by me. The only filmed play I've seen is Hamlet, and that's fine by me.

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[heliopausa.livejournal.com]

I am so with you on the joys of clean! Yesterday I mopped the floors of half the house - swept and mopped (I don't vacuum at all) and got things off the floor. Mind you, there's now quite a lot on the spare bed, but even that will get ordered and put away soonish - and the second half of the house mopped, I hope.

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

And still I resent the fact clean means happy for vague reasons having to do with second wave feminism. Maybe if I was rich and had someone to do this for me I'd take it for granted as presumed males do, except IME most men don't notice dirt and mess.

[heliopausa.livejournal.com]

I think you'd probably find me a pretty poor hand at housekeeping, too - there were great cushions of dusty fluff when I swept under the bed. But men can be amazingly bad - *nasty story of former next-door neighbour here deleted*.

(24 hours on, and I have yet to tackle the floors of the second half of the house - but I have cleared the spare bed.)

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, the dust elephants abound unless you vacuum at least once a fortnight. Which I can't be bothered to do except dust allergies suggest I should. Which war with achey pains of moving furniture around to get at said elephants. And so on and so forth.

That most of the men I know, including my brothers, are meticulous housekeepers is an oddity. My one and only boyfriend OTOH- yes, nasty and oblivious both.

Yay for bed clearing! Seize control of the environment!