It's been a good long while since the flat had a complete clean. A spring clean, I guess is what your mother would a spring clean. yes, I'm afraid to say that it's been about, well, christmas time it would seem since a duster & hoover have been worked away around this little one bed tenement.
'Err, sick' is no doubt what you're thinking in your head. Followed by, 'well there's why all that purple fluffy dust is there' but it's not that straight forward!
Firstly, well, we had a blitz of a tidy up before a brief holiday holiday about 4 weeks ago.
Secondly, between Christmas and this brief travel abroad, we have only spent a handful of days in the home. S L Bartlett and I have been flying or driving back and forth between Eastbourne and, what is starting to become a Scottish bolt hold, in Glasgow.
I guess This it my point really, basically, so if it was quite tidy at Christmas, not to shabby just after Easter, then what caused this, er, Purple Rain?
Is it all these hardwood floor surfaces? Is it, an army of moths, practising a Red Arrows style display for however many months? Or, hmm, an unrelated grandma, flat sitting, moulting?
See, as I humbly understand the creation of dust, it our skin and hair and soul pieces that create dust. Oh, and lint from clothes and furnishings, moths, too.
But if the place was empty, then well, have I missed something in Mr Ashby's science classes?
Hmm, yes well, I know that in haunted houses, there's dust sheets on everything but isn't that all for the ghosts? or for the dusty furniture to, I don't know where I was going with that?
Some of you, if not all, will be saying that it's all in the air when we're about but then drops when the air's still. OK, but the amount.....
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