I'm scared

I'm very, very scared.

Housework does not figure large in my life in any practical sense. I do suffer considerable angst about it (I'm working hard on that) at least from time to time. I would always rather be pursuing some activity of a glassy or fibrous nature. Or reading a good book. Or socialising with good friends.

But then from time to time I look around my domaine and can't help but shudder at the fluff and grime, not to mention cobwebs. (Aside - just why are the spiders coming in at this time of year? Taking up residence on my windows to boot.)

And then again from time to time on email list, blogs, whatever, I stumble over mention of an American phenomenon called Flylady. This WunderDame, seemingly, painlessly eases you in to being Organised. And Cleanly. It's all so simple, you don't notice it's happening. Ping! An email - apparently - drops in to your mailbox telling you how in just three seconds, you can remove three hundred years worth of filth from the oven - or something.

I was seduced, seduced I tell you, this morning to go and have another look. Maybe this would be the answer to all my problems, after all. I know I say that I don't need religion, but maybe this could be different, I have been right all along and all I need is just a leetle, leetle bit of Organisation.

A few scrolls down the page, and I knew this could never be for me. The jolly exhortations, the up and at'em lets be positive, it's easy really, all you need is......All you need is Lots and Lots of Time, and No Other Life, that's what. I turned away from it. Who needs it, or a clean house, eh?

Oh, it's insidious. It's brainwashing that's what it is. An hour later, I found myself looking at the sink, which according to February's exhortation should be !SHINY! ....and found myself following the plan.

See why I'm scared?

Actually, I am scared about something else as well. Two Herdwick sheep have taken up residence above my eyes. Or else I have had a Dennis Healey face transplant. Aaargh.

I find myself plucking (as well as sink cleaning, all in one day? Who am I, Doris Day??) But I'm doing it without benefit of mirror, so that's ok.

Phew.

gw