My wish has finally been granted. My fairy godmother has arrived at last and waved her magic wand in front of my pumpkin. Now, every second week, I close my eyes, make a wish on a bright star in the night sky and, hey presto! the next day my pumpkin of a house is sparkling clean.
After 33 years of maid-free marriage we have finally taken the plunge. Two angels come every second Thursday and transform our house from dismal to delightful in a few short hours. They get into corners and crevices where I would never think of going. When I am the cleaner, some of corners that I do see, I measure in terms of "will someone else see that?", "is it worth my energy?" or "will it really matter so much if I leave it for another week?" My specialty is cutting corners, whilst my fairy godmothers appear to head in for the tackle and spruce them up.After each occasion, I have to say that walking into a sparkling clean house is like winning a prize: invigorating, refreshing, and energizing. I love the added touches: like artfully folded towels in the guest washroom, a cleaned out fridge, and even a bed replete with fresh linens. The nicest surprise of all - an occasional bunch of flowers on my table. What more could a woman want? It's better than ...chocolate.
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