As I sat on my stairs, cleaning my banisters I thought this is it. I’ve survived over half a century & the best I’ve got is cleaning fucking banisters. Flash wipes in hand & a throat full of chemicals I cursed whoever the smart arse was who thought it a good idea to paint banisters white. Fuckin idiot. I turn my head to another idea some fucking half wit came up with. Artex. Fucking artex in some shite fan design is on the 40ft of hall walls that I have. Anyone who’s attempted to keep artex covered walls will tell you it’s not fun. Every little crevice seems to attract dirt. I’m sure someone was having a joke when that little light bulb idea was created. As I stood across from my Buddha filled display unit I seen it. I hate it & it follows me about like a bad fucking smell. Fucking dust, how the hell it finds it’s way into my hall is anyone’s guess but it does. Funny how a cleaner never finds there way into my hall. Why can’t I just have a cleaner for all those boring jobs I hate. I would happily clean my toilets but dusting? Life is way to short for that shit except I hate things looking neglected. Actually me entire house looks neglected & that’s my biggest problem. No matter how much I clean it never looks good enough. Not because it’s dirty but because like me, its just a tired old house,.
I have options. I could let it piss me off or I can just do what I do. I do my very best when I just say fuck it & do my thing. I’m going to stick some One Direction singing History on repeat & get on with it.