This is the view from the patio doors in the study, where I sit to type my blog posts, I took this shot early yesterday morning
I don’t know about you, but spring sunshine brings out the Mrs Mop in me. While no longer bursting with physical energy – that would be over-egging the situation – I feel mentally re-charged and longing to get on with spring cleaning. Or rather, what amounts to spring cleaning at my age. I hate saying “at my age” but there’s no denying that I am now unable to get as much done as once I did, but hey, who cares? I could engage the services of a cleaner but, knowing me, I’d be cleaning up before he or she arrived so that they could tackle the jobs that I or my husband find difficult to do. And if we find it difficult, then no cleaning person would tackle it either, claiming “Health & Safely” I expect. Indeed, unless we become totally disabled, having someone in just to dust and vacuum would be a pointless and expensive exercise. What is difficult is moving our heavy bed (even on casters) to clean behind it; i.e. doing jobs that require a bit of muscle (and I don’t mean Mr Muscle cleaner, either.)
But we manage. However, if I’m going to tackle any serious cleaning I have to do it as soon as I get up and am showered and dressed. No point in starting after I’ve cleaned up the kitchen after breakfast, filled the dishwasher, and cleaned the worktops (counter tops) down. I’m too tired by then. So yesterday after I’d had a warmed brioche with apricot jam and a cup of tea (husband had his usual porridge which he makes for himself) …
… I decided it was high time we moved the bed and the bedside chests of drawers and cleaned behind and under them.
When we bought our ‘new’ bed, which will be four years old this coming August, we hadn’t realized that it didn’t have any casters, just some small square ‘feet’. I mean, how daft is that? It meant we were unable to move it in order to clean under and behind it. So we looked online and found casters which we ordered and husband fixed them to the base of the bed (that was a job and a half, too, as it meant up-ending a heavy base after first removing an even heavier mattress.)
Even with casters it’s a heavy bed to move, and the headboard is also tall and heavy – it’s not attached to the bed, that would make the bed almost impossible to move for two elderly people – so that is just held in place against the wall by the bed itself.
First, I moved my bedside table and husband – more agile than myself – got in behind it to vacuum the carpet and wipe down the back of the chest and the skirting board. Then that was put back into place. Next, we did the same with his bedside chest of drawers. And then, of course, we needed to move the bed. Once we got it moving, that was fine, but oh my goodness, the dust! I think husband was amazed because, whenever I suggest doing this cleaning job – it is too difficult now for me to do it on my own – he is wont to say, “But we only did it a few weeks ago!” when in fact, it must be over a year since we last moved the bed.
I was able to move the dressing chest and vacuum under that, and now the room is all clean again.
One of the small things which has needed attention recently has been our TV reception. We don’t know why, but reception has been intermittent, the TV would flicker and go off, and we thought it was perhaps a connection at the back of the TV set. No matter how husband tried to rectify it, this continued to happen.
And so yesterday I got in touch with an aerial chap and he called out in the afternoon to see what was the problem. He found that we had a very weak to non-existent signal, and he spent a couple of hours putting matters right, both for the TV in the sitting room and the one in the bed sitting room upstairs.
I really don’t know the ins and outs of what he did as he discussed it with husband – I confess that talk of signals and boosters didn’t really interest me – but when by 4.30pm he’d left and we were a couple of hundred pounds lighter in our wallet, but the picture is now bright and sharp and it doesn’t disappear.
In fact, when I phoned the man, we arranged for him to come on Thursday but just as I’d started to clean the sitting room he phoned and asked if he could come right away as he had just finished a job in Goodrington, which was fairly close by. Of course I said “Yes”, it would be lovely to have our TV picture restored and not have to wait until Thursday, but it meant he arrived while we were all at sixes and sevens. I hope he doesn’t think we’re a grungy family, always living in such a muddle! I know I shouldn’t care what a workman thinks, he’s here to do a job, not consider the pots in the sink or the dust on the furniture, but I do care.
But aren’t TVs ugly things? Yes, we could have a cupboard for it, but I think that would be an unnecessary expense, and while we are in the room, it really doesn’t look quite as gross as it does here, a great black hulk. I took this photo about 8 am while I was having early morning coffee this morning and leafing through back issues of The English Home. You can’t see that the room is now clean, but all the furniture was moved so that husband could vacuum the whole of the carpet and as the TV had been moved, he took the opportunity to clean behind it – this, as with the bed is too heavy a job to do very often.
I do love the shape of our sofa, but sadly it really needs reupholstering although that’s a job not to be entered into lightly (i.e. it’s expensive!) We bought it when we moved here in 1985. It’s by a company called Collins & Hayes and was from their Romantic range at the time (this particular design called Keats.) I love the curved back. We had it reupholstered in 2002, seventeen years after we purchased it, and now seventeen years have again passed and the seat covers have worn. Sadly, this material, which I’d have again like a shot, has been discontinued. It’s a Colefax & Fowler upholstery material called Byron Weave. I love it. There is just sufficient pattern to make it interesting and it goes well with the curtains (which were made in 1985). I’m not keen on large patterned upholstery that shouts ‘look at me’.
I still have bookshelves to clean but the room is now vacuumed and dusted which is really all we can now manage in the way of spring cleaning! We don’t wash down walls because, quite frankly, they don’t require it as we don’t have an open fire or a log burner (both of which are pollutants even if they do look pretty.)
The alstromeria which I bought in Sainsbury’s last Friday have now opened up and look lovely; I’ve put them close to the window as they pick up the colour of the large vase (an inherited piece) close by.
I love early morning sunshine, there is no light quite like it, especially at this time of the year. And so while husband slept on, I had my early morning coffee in the sitting room, and now I feel ready to start the day. I wonder whether, if you are experiencing spring, whether you are feeling more energized, ready to start spring cleaning? Or perhaps you have completed that already?
Until next time.