nightcleaning..

is probably not quite so enjoyable as nightswimming, and yet i seem to have developed a certain love of it...
it involves doing not much for most of your evening. nothing, at all, preferably, just mooching, pottering or sitting.
and then finally, at around nine, half-nine, you find yourself putting some washing on...and cleaning up the kitchen after the chaos created by making dinner has sat there for a couple of hours..including about two-to-three rounds of washing-up, with necessary dryings-up in between...its all getting a bit out of hand at this point, as you find yourself enjoying it...john mayer is accompanying, and the occasional cigarette provides a welcome break..and then you might think about putting all your clean clothes away, sorting laundry, and maybe putting up a picture or two...and then it seems that the bin in the kitchen needs to be emptied..and no, it can't wait til tomorrow...you won't want to do it tomorrow, and you know that, deep down..so you do it now...its pushing half-ten at this stage, and you know there is a slight chance that bin-mongering at this hour may well either arouse the suspicion of your neighbours, or in the worst case scenario, wake them up...but you toddle off down all those stairs anyway, seizing that bin-emptying moment for all its worth..and then bath-cleaning, mirror-polishing, dressing-table-re-organising and cooker-top scrubbing are all still on offer....and hard to resist, when the hair is already tied back, the clothes already quite dishevelled, and the night yet young...
needless to say, i missed the book at bedtime, only getting to bed when today at westminster had already started - oops....
but my house is clean, really clean...
do come round..x