Several hours awake each night took its toll yesterday. I cooked dinner, we ate it, I sat on the sofa and was suddenly exhausted. I slept briefly, then lumbered upstairs, bathed and was in bed before 9 – and didn’t get up until 9 this morning. Still several wakeful hours, but lots of sleep around them.
I’ve been very impressed by online service this week. I ordered a new electric blanket from John Lewis on Monday afternoon and, rather than the promised 5 working days, I had a despatch email at 4.30 the next morning (yes, I was awake to receive it) and it arrived yesterday morning. The Sage’s laptop’s lead stopped working and he couldn’t charge his computer, which was a disaster, darlings, a disaster – off eBay for a whole two days! – so Ronan found me a replacement, I ordered it on Tuesday afternoon (that was from eBay) and it arrived in yesterday morning’s post soon after 9 am. Terribly impressive, it beats the old ‘allow 28 days for delivery’ from pre-internet mail order into a cocked hat.
I lay in bed this morning listening to the Sage clearing out the fireplace. It’s one of the pleasant sounds in life isn’t it, listening to someone else working for your benefit? His too, of course – we both love a proper fire and wouldn’t be without it for anything. There is a fair bit of work, in the carrying in of the coal and wood and clearing out the grate, but what isn’t any bother is the extra housework.
I did a spot of dusting this morning, and was struck anew by how easy it is! Dusting is marvellous really, have you ever noticed? Just a wipe and the dust is simply gone! A daysworth or a yearsworth, it makes no difference, it’s as good natured as can be and just wipes off in a moment.
I’m a casual housekeeper, I have no hesitation or shame in admitting it. I don’t like the house to be too tidy. If there aren’t books and newspapers about, a house doesn’t look lived in and if all the cushions are perfectly plumped up, no one dares sit down comfortably. The house used to need more cleaning when Chester, my late setter, was alive, because he lounged on the furniture and shed hairs all over the place, which tended to gather in drifts. So I had to sweep and hoover frequently – and how I wish I still had to. I’d do any amount of extra work if it would bring lovely Chester back. Now, I tend only to clear cobwebs away when the dust on them starts to turn brown – and am careful, of course, to leave the spiders, which are my friends.
But dusting is easy as pie, and you don’t even need a duster. Who hasn’t, when expecting guests to arrive at any moment, noticed a shaft of sunlight on a table showing up the one item you omitted to dust, and swept a tissue or even the side of a hand over it?
Oh. Okay, well, I have, lots of times. Anyway, the point is that it does the bizz.
Although mind you, it’s only dust. Who cares anyway?