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| A bleach-filled bucket = Highlight of my day. |
Today in my bleachy world, I had
much pleasure in being able to mop the floor again. It snowed here last night,
so with the kids going out to play in the white stuff then coming in every five
minutes to let me know how much fun they were having—Gawd bless ‘em—by the time
night fell I was most overjoyed to see dirty wet streaks from the front door,
through the living room and into the kitchen.
Marvellous. Out came the bleach
bottle, my hands trembling due to my excitement, my anticipation of getting
that first whiff of bleach today. Later, before bed, I shall liberally douse
the toilet with the wonderful stuff too, knowing if I get up in the middle of
the night to pee I’ll be greeted with the tangy aroma when I visit the loo. This is an event I greatly look forward to. On the nights I don't wake to pee, and I get up in the morning, hands clasped at my breasts as I make my jolly way to the bathroom, I'm most disturbed if someone else in the household got there before me and flushed the bleach away.
A day without smelling bleach is
incomplete. I am bereft without a daily dose of the snazzy smell.
I may be considered weird for that, but I don't care. I love bleach and everyone should know it.
Until next time, Bleach Lovers…
I must say, I'm looking forward to blitzing our bathroom with bleach to get rid of the sodding mould. After that, I'm going to go around the house with the lovely bleach and nail every bit of mould I can find. I love living in an old house.
ReplyDeleteOh, this is most divine to know someone else becomes utterly overjoyed when seeing mould in their house. Bleach is my best friend. I want to marry it.
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