Yesterday I cleaned the kitchen floor, did all the washing up, mopped down the walls, and tidied things as best I could. It’s made a huge difference. Everyone keeps thanking at me and making jokes about haloes and things, but I really don’t want to think they’re martyring me. I did the cleaning because I personally wanted the kitchen clean, not specifically ‘for’ anyone else bar me. And I would do it all over again. I did it because I wanted to be busy with real physical labour, because I wanted to get to the end of the day and think, ‘well done me, I had a nice time with various friends, I cleaned the kitchen, and I did some significant academic work’. Otherwise I would have spent some time actually procrastinating, doing sudokus or ambling around the internet. I don’t want people to think I’m some kind of martyr or saint because then they’ll feel guilty, and then they’ll feel annoyed with me for making them feel guilty, and that doesn’t seem fair on them or me to be honest. I’m not saying I don’t then want their guilt and my pride in my work to spur us all on to wash things up as we go and so on adn so forth, I just don’t want to make anyone feel bad because honestly, I quite enjoyed yesterday, in the end. Yes, aspects of our kitchen were frankly gruesome. But I kind of enjoy doing things like that, in the same way that, if I’m honest, I’d quite enjoy caving because it would terrify me, and I quite enjoyed going on TM’s zipwire because it was impossibly high and had neither harness nor seat, so I wasn’t convinced I would actually survive the experience without letting go half way down and breaking a leg or something…!
Anyway, there you go. Kitchen cleaned and beautiful. Now, onto my room…! Scrambled egg first, though?