Moved into the flat in August. Ironing board been out once. (are you impressed!) Have just disentangled cylinder Dyson from walking pole and left it blocking the hall like a reproachful, stranded plesiosaur. Am telling myself that the exercise will be good for me (but but but, I just went for a lovely walk... including a hill and I will do my exercises before making tea, honest...) Have discovered (after having a cleaner for 10 years), that carpets do eventually get to look grubby if you don't clean them for a month or so...
Wondering if act of god might strike me down for flying in the face of nature re a woman's domestic duties?