So as everyone knows, upon leaving rented accommodation, if you want your deposit back, it's a good idea to give the place a thorough clean.
Of course, with M being back in London, this pleasant task falls to me, toute seule.
(I can't complain; he has found us a flat there and by the time I arrive on Saturday will have enlisted four of his friends to move all our wotnot out of storage and into the new place. The least I can do is a bit of cleaning.)
Now, I don't mind a bit of cleaning, when I'm in the mood. I can quite happily devote inordinate amounts of time to, say, dusting the surfaces, or getting out a really stubborn spot on the fridge door. However, the key clause in my first sentence is 'when I'm in the mood'. That mood has often tended to coincide with, say, the run up to an important exam or essay deadline (while at university), or, over the last few months, the times when I should have been writing job applications.
Of course now, the cleaning itself is taking on the stature of an essay deadline, looming as it has been in my personal calendar. I have already put it off once; I was going to do it yesterday but of course the shops were open and the sales were on - an event not quite the same as in the UK, where sales seem to happen every month; in Belgium, they are strictly in January and July only - and I thought it made more sense to shop on Saturday, clean on Sunday. After all, what else is there to do on a Sunday?
So, today is the day. Of course, given that I'm typing this, I'm obviously not doing the cleaning. It appears that with the cleaning itself becoming an essay deadline-type-event, writing posts here would seem to have become the new displacement activity. Rather like the new black.
Perhaps I'm being a bit harsh on myself. I have made a start: last night I took all the oven racks and soaked them in the bath, as per the piece of advice from 'Bernadette' on this page here
. They mostly came out very well, and are certainly a new shiny colour, the likes of which haven't really been seen since we moved in. However, the oven itself is proving rather more tricky. I have now made three attempts at cleaning it, using pretty much all the suggestions on this page
, except for the ammonia one which scared me a bit, because how does it work? Why does putting a bowl of ammonia in your oven overnight mean the dirt just wipes off come morning? It's freaky chemistry and I don't like it. However, given that smearing pastes of combinations of baking soda, white vinegar, lemon juice and washing up liquid doesn't appear to be working, and that the glass door still has brown flecks of burnt on grease attached to it, I may have to try it.
I also have to, at some point today, remove the gross looking stain from the sofa which is a result of getting rid of a red wine stain; the red wine disappeared but the act of getting rid of it spread the ingrained dirt out into a patch that looks remarkably like someone has had a pee on it.
Wish me luck.
PS From my window, it looks like the Council of Ministers building is either (a) on fire or (b) burning funeral pyres. Obviously there is no other possible explanation; it has to be one of those two things.