Bookshelves, a place of order and neatness. Paperbacks, hardbacks, big ones, small ones, fat ones, thin ones, a range of subject matter, a variety […]
Category: My Dirty Secret
It’s Not my Room
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I see clothes strewn across the bed, I groan inwardly and roll my eyes. I tell myself it’s not my room and to just […]
Craft Table
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An artist’s studio can be a hive of activity, a space to create and experiment, to start new projects and revisit old ones. It […]
After the Curry
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Those lingering smells of last night’s curry are briefly reignited by hot water hitting encrusted pans. Removing them allows you to start afresh. It’s […]
Hoarding genes
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My great aunt was a hoarder. When she sadly died, we moved more than two hundred and fifty black bags of papers out of […]
Cultural differences
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I came from a different cultural environment. In our culture we don’t expect much help from men. Most of the household work is done by women and I used to have maids at home, so I had lots of help. Maids do the cooking, cleaning, washing and most of the […]
Fear of judgement
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This is a good time to ask me about housework because yesterday I had a rare day where I was actually doing some housework […]
Two pairs of socks
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As a child I had to wash my socks each night. I only had two pairs, so I had one pair on and one pair drying over the bath each evening.
Cleaner guilt
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My relationship with housework; I feel really guilty about not doing the housework, even though with chronic illness disability about half the time I actually can’t get to the front door, so I also know nobody is really expecting me to be hoovering, and we have the luxury of having cleaners.
Winter Blues
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If I didn’t have a cleaner coming to me at 11:30 on a Wednesday morning, I probably would not tidy up. So, once a […]