[Diary Notes]
Back to the Mop Wars: Nici’s mop with its strings that I can
wring though they can’t swing, wins, the little sponge is not
strong enough for the heavy work to be done, today I won
against my floor-washing phobia and cleaned patio, kitchen
And bedroom, as I prefer walking barefoot a clean floor is
a boon, but now I’m too tired to jump into the pool to cool
down, my housekeeper did this 3 times a week & I realize
she was a Queen among women, her name is Linah - but
She should have been called Nefertiti, such hard work she
did and I only wield a broom against dogs while she had to
contend with us grumbling as we fled from room to room,
at least I’m friends with all the mops in the house, there
Are about four - yet I only want to wash the the kitchen floor
every day to keep my feet clean, the rest will be done as and
when there is inclination and time…
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