For the love of Jesus and the wee donkey!
when you drag the Dyson upstairs, vacuum the bedrooms, landing, stairs, sweating your head off.
Put Dyson away, in cupboard downstairs having to wrangle with mops and brooms and ironing boards that all fall out ever time you open the bastard cupboard..
One last admiring look at your lovely clean stripes in your carpets..
Have a lovely shower (cleaning it at the same time) then..
Take a clean T shirt out of the drawer, that’s inside out, turn it the right way to have a volcanic confetti shower of tissue or paper that it’s been fucking washed with all over freshly Dysoned bedroom carpet.
Fuuuuuck.
Cake? No cake?