These days I’m into heavy cleaning. A bit of spillage and I go running for the mop. The problem is that I haven’t been able to figure out which piece of cloth is the mop… so I get whatever I can lay my hands on … floor mats, rugs, dusters… anything. Mama says I’ve inherited this cleanliness mania from nani. Anyway someone has to do the dirty job.
Notes from an almost-empty-nester