Cleaning the house

I let my room gradually turn into squalor over the better part of a week, and then blitz it and put everything into some kind of order when it gets out of control (i.e.: I chuck all my shit under the bed/into the cupboards). Sheets usually get shifted on Sunday evenings.

For the rest of the flat, we have a pair of ladies come round once fortnightly to keep everything fresh. And it is good.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

I live rent-free on the condition I keep the flat from looking like arse. Both my brother and I value clutter, so the place is never tidy by design, but I am particular about cleanliness. The place gets a once-over every morning—vacuuming, washing up, wiping down the kitchen and bathroom—but I spend around one hour-long session a week blaring obnoxious metal and scrubbing the kitchen until it fucking shines.

My own room is pretty chaotic in spite of my fussiness about the rest of the flat.

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