Messy Apartment
I rang Marty when I arrived at the airport yesterday morning. One of the first things he said was “please don’t shout but the apartment is a mess”. And he really wasn’t joking. The reason I am writing in my blog is to try to avoid looking at the mess. I got up early planning to clean but I am fed up cleaning already. I have visitors arriving on Sunday so I can’t avoid the mess for long.
It’s hard to believe that I have only been away for a couple of weeks as every room is horrible. From here I can see the dirty towels thrown around the bathroom floor. The handrail, for the hand towel, has fallen off and is lying on the floor. The wooden floor in the hall is covered in dust and hair. And I can smell the overly ripe bananas that he has left out on the kitchen counter. I don’t want to go back into the kitchen as every dish is dirty and there are quite a few used teabags on the work surfaces.
I noticed that Marty has also been blogging. Wish he had done some cleaning instead.
August 22nd, 2008 at 1:16 am
You poor dear. I think the towel rung on the floor is the best illustration of the depth of your problem. I hope you are not alone in your cleaning efforts?
August 22nd, 2008 at 1:45 am
I am alone – but in some ways that will probably work out better. I get to rant on my blog instead of at Marty 🙂 It does look like it will take all day to sort out. Normally I can clean this two bedroom apartment in 2 hours. But in two hours today I have just managed to do a couple of loads of laundry, remove the hairs from the floor, sort out the recycling, and begin cleaning the kitchen. There is still a long way to go before I would like other humans to come in here.