Spring cleaning...

My dear walking English megaphone arrives today for a week stay, so I'm frantically cleaning the house in the way you do only just before someone comes to sleep and bathe in your house for an extended period of time. I've discovered parts of my oven are dirty that I didn't even know existed, and it appears that the inside of the bathroom door is really meant to be cream, not the dirty grey that I thought it was (apparently, that was just a layer of the little ladies' grubby handprints). Now I know.

I thought Spring cleaning was supposed to happen as the Spring sunshine pours in the windows (which is suppose to highlight the fact that your windows need doing, right?), but we've had an awful lot of rain recently, so I could have easily put off this tedious task for another couple of weeks. And I'm more confused than usual because normally my father-in-law brings the rain with him, enabling him to express his favorite opinion that the weather is no better here in the south of France than it is in England. God help us if it's sunny all week; he might enjoy the sunshine so much that he'll decide to come more often. Bless him.

On the bright side though, the little ladies went back to school today (she says, fists punching the air and dancing around the living room). Don't get me wrong, I love spending soooo much quality time with the little angels, but seriously, do you know how much damage (both structural and esthetic) two little children can do to a place in the span of two weeks? I'm now paying for the fact that midway through Easter break I threw my hands up in the air and thought, why bother, I'll only have to put it away, clean it, straighten it, wipe it up, or glue it back together again in 5 minutes.

At least while they are trapped in school for the day I might get a chance to catch up. That is unless my father-in-law starts trashing the place...