( this was just published on ‘The Drabble’: thought you’d like a read too 🙂 ]
I’ve been clearing up the house
sweeping up the crumbs.
It’s a monthly ritual.
Am I mad? or just dumb?.
I clear away the cobwebs
sweep up the dust
collect and bin the rubbish.
Somebody must.
They won’t wash themselves,
mum used to say.
The sink’s full of them
so I put them away.
Make the place spotless
so it shines & it hums.
& I better get a move on
before the cleaner comes.
Yes. And both…….
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talking to my friends, it’s a fairly common experience 🙂
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Lol I know people who do this
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good; I don’t feel such a weirdo any more 🙂
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I’m another one, I do much more tidying a day or so before the cleaner comes. If I just treated every day like a ‘pre-cleaner’ day, I’d save myself the money of paying for the cleaner! Except of course the cleaner does a more thorough job of cleaning, and does things I don’t want to do …
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Lol. you know, Carolyn, it’s a funny thing but I’ve never read an ode to one’s cleaner; can someone out there come up with one?
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I don’t know about an ode to my cleaner, John, but perhaps I may write an Acrostic poem to her! Keep an eye out, I’ll post it to my Mick Jane and Me blog …
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I will be watching; it is good we are visiting each other again 🙂 it means so much 🙂
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hahahaha I know so many who do this. )
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we humans are such funny beings; the gods must be continually entertained by our antics below 🙂
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I had a boss who would be late to work on Tuesdays because she had to clean for the cleaner. It’s like putting your kids to bed for the babysitter. ☺️. Great poem though. The last line made me chuckle out loud. I hadn’t seen it coming.
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thank you; it was fun writing 🙂
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Your stories always remind me of something! This time it was the way my mum used to make us wash and change our clothes before going to the hospital. One time I had a head wound which required several stitches and was bleeding like crazy, but she still made me get changed!😂
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Lol ; mum always told me to wear clean underwear when I go out in case I get hit by a bus; it’s important, she inferred, that I have clean underwear in the operating theatre 🙂
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If you got hit by a bus, the conditioning would be of no interest to anyone, and your undies would be severely impacted anyway.
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I know that, Carolyn, but you try saying that to mum 🙂
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Your mum had a point…we should try at least dying with grace, if not living with grace already
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That and “mum is always right”
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🤣🤣🤣 no, you aren’t the only one to perplex the cleaner and make them wonder why they were hired
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that’s a great comment, Shaily, and ‘perplex’ is a lovely, strange word in this context; thanks 🙂
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Consider being hired for work that is already done. You will feel perplexed and in fear of losing the job, as if it was somehow your mistake that the work doesnot exist anymore!!!
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