Cleaning Queen

I have a cleaner lined up!  Whilst cleaning green algae off the bath about ten days ago, I decided that something had to change.  Given that I may be increasing my paid working hours again this year, whatever didn't work last year was unlikely to miraculously work this year. 

So H, our new cleaner, is coming to see the house on Saturday (and possibly starting the job on Monday) and I have been working hard to create floor space so she can clean effectively and also a reasonable enough impression so she even agrees to clean the house.  The rubbish bin is full, the recycling bin is full, I've been to the Sallies with more bags of goodies and there is another at the door for tomorrow, I've gifted more clothes and craft items to local acquaintances with younger children, and there is still more to do.  Still, p-r-o-g-r-e-s-s is distinctly obvious.

I didn't quite fit in supercooking today as well as supercleaning, but I did buy up terakihi and turbot at the fish shop and now I have five bags of fish in the freezer, neatly labelled with the fish type, date and weight of the bag.  Because my planning habits had become so out of whack, it has been increasingly frequent that I need to go shopping before I cook most nights.  Stocking up our little freezer, gifted to us by Mary when she moved to a rest home this time last year, is a useful start towards effective meal planning.

In the middle of the afternoon, we said goodbye to Sandra-the-super-cleaner for a while and went down to the local swimming pool.  The kids got so hungry that we drove home, ordered pizza online straight away (much cheaper than purchasing over the counter) and ate it long before conventional persons eat their dinner.  At bedtime we started the book I bought Brighid on my Nelson holiday, A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett.  I loved The Secret Garden as a child, but had never read A Little Princess.  Not far into the story, Mr Big Ten Year Old had been intrigued by what he heard down the hallway and came down to join us.  Three persons snuggled into a single bed for storytime is a squash as they get bigger, but it was the loveliest time.  I've promised to read them some more in the morning.  We can, because it is still school holidays and we need to hold on to that specialness and use it as much as we possibly possibly possibly can.


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