After a hard days... something...

I spent today working hard, cleaning everything and every surface. The kitchen now gleams and smells like freshness and the slight hint of bleach. I know too much bleach is dangerous, but a little around the kitchen and bathroom and the dust container of the vacuum cleaner. Yes I know its a bit strange, but every month or so, I like to give the dust container and filters a good clean out. I mean, you wouldn't go to war with a dirty gun, so why would you want to clean with a filthy vacuum cleaner?

So I am now pleased to say that the flat is immaculate and there is absolutely no dust in the bed, carpet, chairs or anywhere else that the grey stuff that makes me wheezy likes to cling. I couldn't be more impressed. I even did the kitchen today too, cleaning down everything and moving things so that they could be cleaned under. I always found the idea of cleaning around everything instead of moving it and doing a proper job so half-arsed. You should either do it or not. No, scrap that, housework should ALWAYS be done and done properly. There is no excuse to live like a tramp, or in Steve's Dad's case, like a slob in a hovel that would make most vagrant's personal hygiene look perfect and clean.

I really do tend to pick up on poor hygiene and find it repugnant when people are just disgusting and don't wash themselves, or in Steve's Dad's case are so fat that they urinate every time they sit down and don't see it as a problem. Even though, most of Redditch are laughing at HIS expense. I have nothing against people with weight issues, heck, I have weight problems myself, what does annoy me is when people have these issues and just sit there and do nothing, not because they can't but because they won't. Or in his case, he just wants others to do it for him. He really does need to take responsibility for himself, his home and his child.

Maybe I felt a bit bitter as I cleaned today as I kept thinking of him, and my Alphonse. I know Steve's Dad (who remains nameless purely because, although everyone close to us knows who he is, I really don't think he deserves naming as he is such a pathetic and disgusting excuse for a human being) spent his day as always, on his sofa snoring while Luke was at school and Tina, a lovely dog, had to try and amuse herself. The bacteria in the house growing all the more and the ammonia in the toilet destroying the lungs of everyone who goes near the place.

I shed a tear for my lost one, I know he was a guinea pig, but he was MY guinea pig and I loved him. He was one of my family and since he passed away there has been an Alphonse shaped hole in my life and worst of all, in our hearts. All because he couldn't clean his kitchen and and the food becoming contaminated with HIS germs and HIS vileness.

Loves
Wendy xx