A quiet weekend is planned – lot’s of sleep and relaxation and absolutely no burning the candle at both ends.
After a bit of Greenbelt work, I head into the garden and can sit back and read without having to think about gardening (well I dead-head some roses, but that hardly counts does it). I could get used to this ‘paid-help’ thing.
Hmmm housework...maybe one day I’ll get a cleaner. Now that would feel truly indulgent. I probably could afford it (and I’d insist on paying over the odds), but it feels so wrong. Which is silly really I work stupid hours, the house suffers badly from resultant neglect and it would provide much needed local employment (ok just a little, but it all helps). But, it just seems wrong to have someone clear up after you. It flies in the face of how I was brought up.
Not to mention that security concerns around these parts, make one reluctant to entrust locking up and alarm setting to anyone other than the totally reliable and trustworthy.
Maybe one-day...
In the meantime I’ll just enjoy the garden.
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Honest, I wrote the bit about you getting a cleaner before I read this blog! Couldn't have put it better myself....
Of course the other trouble re getting a cleaner, wuld be that I'd feel embarassed into spring cleaner the house top-to-toe before they came the first time.
Another good reason!!! I have Guilt about my cleaner - she is 75 with a bad arm and doesn't see well...but she lvoes coming and seeing Sophie and would be gutted if I fired her, even if she doesn't see the dirt so well....
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