Spring cleaning – less rest

I usually overcome it, take minimal medicine. My problem is not really the pain itself, but everything that stops me. This created a fairly large fatigue, and when I was forced to lie down, I imagined all the sad paint receptors that were sad, free to rent like wild residents in my body. For some reason, they are the brown-dirt in my imagination, and among the battle battles where they punch each other black and blue, I see them stretches on soft chairs. Unlike me, they snore and fart hard, their sagging jaws work endlessly when they dream of the next battle.

I have never enjoyed homework (who is sane?) But I understand the deep satisfaction obtained from a clean kitchen or walk to a room that has just been rolled and cleaned, and there is a rubbing! I no longer no longer have dexterity or strength in my hands that I used to have, but gripped what mop and hoover groves, who need to push and attract, become impossible.

Of course, I have done everything I can to help myself, such as buying new light equipment but they don’t solve problems. It seems that they are getting lighter, the more inefficient they are. Old Dyson animal vacuum cleaners I really lifted the carpet, while my light stick left ton debris. The fact that you need to be bodybuilders to transport it nearby.

Years ago, when I worked full time in education, I took risks and hired cleansers. My mother was surprised in this matter, but when I found it difficult to turn the house and work, it made sense. I found my cleaning angel through a colleague, and she was a Polish woman (Anya) whose work ethos was second to none. He was really honest, really reliable and, frankly, the best person owned by my life at that time.

He helped me in a way that I could never imagine, and walked to my house on the day when he never stopped shaking my heart. Anya is the type of woman who is really sprinkled behind the photos and regularly removes everything from my closet to clean and tidy them without ever being asked. He was very good that when I left London (we cried when we said goodbye), he had taken over the whole road, working for most of my neighbors too.

What I will not give to Anya now because I struggle to complete even the basic homework assignment, where I have to form a personal relationship with my dust for peace. Of course, I have friends who offer to enter and do a few bits, but I am persistent stubbornly in the front and very attached to the view of my bent independence. I just felt it was wrong, when they had their own home to be cleaned badly, that they had to do mine, while I just sat there like Lady Muck. Even when Anya came many years ago, we agreed I always came out. If not, I will only join him.

It took more than a year to accept that I had paid someone to guard the house, because I would rush with Hoover in the morning he came and just stopped rubbing the sink a few seconds before he let himself enter. Thankfully, he was strong enough with me and over time, I released his position willing, and we were both happy.

Now it seems like I was destined to mention and greet my profit -profit like a pet, making images from the spare nest of their crushed staring, when I lay in bed or long sadly for the moment -when, with thin spring sunlight creeping through the cover of the cover, I will prepare with a bucket and a moist cloth to clean the paint, clean the board and wet the dust.

Strange to think that I could lose my assignment, but I did it, at least because of the knowledge I had to do to lower myself and face face with dusty corners, I might never be able to wake up again, without help. It will be in the newspaper to be read and said by my neighbor about: “The dead woman was eaten by two Dachshund starving when she was found jammed between the sofa and bay windows!”

No, very, my spring cleaning days are over. For hours spent in the hands and knees is a distant memory, so when I sighed deeply and putting an entertaining hand to stroking Dachshund’s round stomach, I just had to accept my fate, put the kettle and cut a piece of other cake that I baked that morning, reflecting on that was a difficult life!

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