I must begin with a warning. If you are delicate of stomach, or sensitive about matters scatological, look away now.
Likewise, if you are the kind of housekeeper who can be dropped in on at any time and never found wanting, you will probably not find much to identify with in this post.
If on the other hand, you, like me, think that dust is God’s way of marking the passage of time, stick with me, for I have a tale to unfold.
It all started with the Excel running out.
For many years now, I have been using cleaning product made by an Australian company called Tri Nature. I discovered them when I was working for a group that promoted environmentally-friendly technology. This isn’t an ad for them, so I won’t go into raptures about the stuff, except to say that it ticks all of my boxes: it’s Australian, environmentally sensitive, plant-based (organic, wherever possible), safe for babies and dogs, it doesn’t make me itch or sneeze and most importantly, it works.
This last is particularly important when you understand that, as a housekeeper, I am more of your slash and burn merchant than your little engine that could. I know that little and often is an effective way of keeping the place nice. But… and I know this may shock the diligent among you, so I hope you have taken my advice and looked away… I don’t really care.