Now to make sense of this blog, you have to read the previous one.Fired up with memories of Eba "dirtyboys", I turfed Chris out of bed, and grasping my resolve (and holding my breath), I crawled under the bed with a dustpan and brush!
The bedroom was filthy...it truly was and in seconds I was covered head to foot in a thick, smelly film of dust and fluff. God knows when I last cleaned it, but with a bit of hard work, a touch of nausea and a ton of hot soapy water, the ancient floorboards (which came from the original cottage in the 1700s) gleamed as if new and the windows sparkled without their usual coating of dog saliva.
Your dog is looking at that bed with a glint in the eye - thinking that looks like it needs rearranging! But the room looks lovely & I'm sure Eba would have been proud.
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