I hate housework! You make the beds, you do the dishes and six months later you have to start all over again.
I remember when my girls were at primary school and they came home one day clutching a sheet of paper with their handprints on and this little poem alongside emphasising the need to play and have fun and make the most of your children and not keep worrying about everything being clean and tidy. Sentimental? Yes. Something I took to my heart and have used as an excuse ever since? Hell yes!
The fact they are now 15 and 17 needn’t concern us.
Now, where’s the number of that cleaning agency?