Visitors – I love them!
Just as well because over the next couple of weeks we will welcome no fewer than nine guests
into our Home Sweet Home. Not all at the same time, I hasten to say. In honour of all our visitors, I have been carrying out a General Clean and Tidy Up which, it turns out, is rather more challenging than I had expected.
I started with the fridge. I don’t think it can be that long since I last cleaned it out because the only out of date food items I found therein were a packet of cheese slices and a floppy lettuce.
But, bearing in mind my guests will doubtless need to access the fridge from time to time, I felt it needed to be pristine.
I quite enjoy cleaning the fridge because
all the fixtures and fittings (as in shelves and baskets) can be easily removed for washing in the kitchen sink. This makes cleaning so very much easier than in the days of Previous Fridges I Have Known which required much kneeling and stretching to reach
within. Unfortunately I can never remember which shelf goes where when it comes to replacing them all in the (beautifully clean) fridge. Mr B is not at all happy with my efforts, complaining that nothing has been put back in its correct place. Which
is not only unfair but untrue. The shelf where the milk cartons are kept is DEFINITELY there in the door, where it has always been.
Once I had finished with the
fridge, I started on the bedrooms. This mainly consisted of moving lots of “stuff” out of the bedrooms where our guests will be sleeping and stacking it in our bedroom where one or both of us will doubtless fall over it when we need to go
out to the bathroom in the early hours. Storage is a Bit of an Issue in our house.
I remember one of Mr B’s birthdays when we threw a party at
home. As per usual, everything that needed to go somewhere for the duration of the festivities ended up in our bedroom. Our room resembled Steptoe’s Yard. “Look at the state of your bedroom!” one of our relatives exclaimed
in horror. I was mortified. My sister, bless her, came to my defence: “As far as I can see, Jaqui,” she said, stoutly, “The only thing you did wrong was not to close your bedroom door!”
I love all my visitors but I suppose the most fun are those of the younger variety. For them, the Giant Penguin must be dressed up in suitable finery and positioned on the doorstep, ready to welcome the littl’uns
when they come dashing to the door. We no longer own the doll’s house which, like Shergar (see a previous blog) has gone to a new home – but when we did, it was part of my preparations for visitors to clean out each tiny room and re-arrange the
furniture. Indeed, I seem to remember spending rather more time on the dolls house than on the main house. As one of the Darling Daughters remarked, when she offered her help and I asked her to do a bit of dusting in the dolls house, I may just have
my priorities wrong...
I am pleased to say that I am ready for our first set of visitors who are due to arrive in just under two hours time. There is a colourful
pictorial notice on one of the bedroom doors announcing that “Isabella and Lana sleep here.” The Giant Penguin is out on the doorstep wearing a red shirt, green scarf and a Union Jack hat in honour of the Royal Babe. There is a collection of fun
games, waiting to be played (including “My Dog Has Fleas” – I always think games should be educational, don’t you?) and a box full of children’s books at the bottom of the bed.
Visitors. What fun!