My house is spotless.
You have never seen such gleaming, Pine-O-Cleen drenched splendour.
This is because it is exam week. I become obsessive about cleanliness when there's study to be done; it's probably just a subconscious procrastination technique, but I can't concentrate on deferred tax assets when there are crusty dishes in the sink. And once I've disposed of the dishes, I realise the floor's a little sticky. So I mop. And dust. And wipe, scour, bleach, vacuum and disinfect. Then I start a load of laundry, polish the cats and iron the cutlery.
So by then it's 8.30pm, my books are still in the back seat of the car, and I figure hell - I might as well blog.
And have some scotch.
I'm not a scholar.
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It's the shiny cats I'm worried about.