I spent an hour of so this afternoon cleaning the downstairs windows, outside and inside. It was a lovely afternoon and a relaxing task but about mid-way through, I did find myself wondering why on earth I felt obliged to clean the windows ready for Christmas. Would I have been struck down by a thunderbolt if I didn't? Would we have been at risk of Santa not coming? Would the neighbours have tutted? I think my grandmother might have turned in her grave but she was so sanctimonious she's probably dizzy with the amount of turning she does on a daily basis!
Has anyone else done this task? Or is it just me?