I can't bear coming home to dirt and mess either - it's bad enough that it usually feels cold and a bit stale. My lot know that they won't be allowed to sit down until all the bags are in, all washing to be done, sorted and by the machine, and then the bags to be carried upstairs. I will have the first load on, the lights and heating on if necessary, a bit of fresh air let in, DBH dispatched for a takeaway if necessary, and the kettle on. By the time we go to bed you would never know we had been away, apart from the odd stray load waiting by the machine in a basket.
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I always give him an E.T.A. in the hopes it won't look too bad when we arrive.
The rest of the house is left as it was.
