I should make it very clear that I was only meaning myself yesterday, I’ve no objection in the least to anyone cleaning their house every day. Just that it would be a last resort for me – though when I am organised enough to do a bit every day (apart from the obvious which I don’t really count, such as cooking, washing up and basic kitchen and bathroom hygiene), it always makes me realise I should keep it going. Half an hour a day extra would make all the difference. As I said, I used to do a lot more housework, it was necessary. And Russell wasn’t quite so unhelpful then, although always pretty disorganised. Anyway, I know lots of people who do their own housework, have an immaculate house and are really fun and lovely people to boot. I admire them, but can’t begin to do the same. It would drag me down.
After getting home this lunchtime, I spent a while with Ben, who really needs a bit more training. Now that the chickens are not running loose, I’d like to be able to let him be free to roam the garden, but I do want him to be more obedient first. He does understand, he just thinks it’s his choice whether or not to obey. It isn’t. Once he catches on to that, he can do almost whatever he likes. I don’t want a yes-dog, I like them with a bit of individuality. It’s just that if it really matters (for example, if he’s haring off towards the road), I want a shout to tell him to wait to have instant results.
My contact lens is round the back of my eye again. Slipped round as soon as it went in this morning, no idea what went wrong.
Anyway, I’m going to be Granny tomorrow, which will be a lovely break. Weeza has skirting boards to paint.