The One About Dust
No, not the ethereal stuff from His Dark Materials… The ordinary, run of the mill red brick and plaster type that builders leave behind. The sort that gets everywhere and, even after the cleaning, seems to reappear.
Anyone who knows me well enough will know I’m not house proud. At all. I am the kind of person who cleans for two reasons: impending guests or work avoidance! This week, I stumbled across this poem:
I’m going to get a copy framed and hang it somewhere in my new kitchen when it is finally finished. Not to excuse me from the cleaning, but to remind me that making memories is more important!
Sue
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