Help

Following on from my roll yesterday, when I managed to clean both the spare room ceiling and the oven, I decided to tackle our bedroom ceiling. I settled on the squeezee I use for the windows, the same one car-window washers use, those that accost you at busy intersections whilst waiting for the lights to change. These are marvellous for windows and sufficed for the ceiling. They create a wet mess around them, but I like the brush bit, along with the foam inner which one can scrub any marks off with. I followed with a dry towel over the broom. There are no two ways about it, cleaning ceilings still sucks and it is a difficult job.

So, I was not too taken when Mr never-ever-washed-a-ceiling-in-his-life and Mr nowhere-to-be-seen-yesterday (the same person), offered advice on what would be the perfect way to clean said ceiling. I watched as the white colour above turned a shade of red.

‘’Go and get it then,’’ I retorted. ‘’You can help.’’ I have used the squeegee mop myself in the past, but I don’t like it. It is still difficult and often one is just moving mould from one part of the ceiling to the next. You still have to get the right angle as well. I took great delight in watching Stephen attempt to clean his section while I did mine. In fact, it made my day. Men provide great advice and logically I would have probably offered the same if I was watching someone else try to do the same job. He now knows what I am talking about when I say I hate cleaning ceilings. He does too.

I guess I should be grateful that I live with a man who does help around the house. Stephen is great with dishes and vacuuming. After the kitchen tomorrow, I might even be able to say that he is great with ceilings too