Scrubbing the Floors!!
Friday, March 27, 2020
I was giggling a bit today at the posting of a Sparkie Friend grateful for indoor plumbing!! My grandfather's house had a backyard privy . . . up the hill on a board walk. No worries about toilet paper shortage . . . my goodness, such a ridiculous waster of money!! Nothing wrong with neatly scissored squares of newspaper on a nail, or even pages from last season's Eaton's catalogue!!
On the other hand, I don't suppose my grandmother ever spent a morning on her hands and knees scrubbing ceramic tile grout with an old toothbrush either!
Most of the time I don't do the major cleaning at my own house. I've got a new appreciation of how hard my cleaner works to leave the place so immaculate, every second Friday!! But also (it's inevitable) found some things that I would do differently. For example . . . I don't think that a mop is the optimum way of cleaning a floor. My mum believed in scrubbing on hands and knees, getting right into the corners, making sure that the baseboards weren't awash leaving a tide water mark . . . So that's the way I was taught to do it.
Three bathrooms scrubbed. Kitchen was scrubbed yesterday. Three floors dusted too: and there is a ridiculous amount of elaborate wood work. This was a house built in 1889: and I'm sure there was at least one parlour maid. Maybe two!! Possibly with accommodations in the old attic . . . before we renovated and moved up there in 1999 (and updated in 2019). Looks like the old kitchen may have been in the basement, originally. . . no one appears to have worried too much about the comfort or well being of "the help". I was imagining how many times that main stair bannister has been dusted and polished over the years.
I did my best, and definitely am enjoying the clean polished surfaces. Followed by a nice soak in my immaculately clean claw foot bath tub with some of my favourite green Vitabath: the one that's made with extract of horse chestnut.
And then . . . of course: a walk with Henry and DH in the spring sunshine, listening to the robins! And home to an egg omelette with cheese and tomatoes and mushrooms on a bed of mixed spring greens. Followed by a small apple cut in wedges . . .