Now that the flat is pristine and de-cluttered, I want to keep it that way.
I find great pleasure in watching water fall down a perfectly glinting plughole.
I feel lost in my bedroom because there’s so much space, and I like it.
There’s clear surfaces, everything has its place, and it’s refreshing.
But keeping it this way is never ending!
I’m forever moving things back. Doing this. Wiping down. Shifting that. Ooo, I should clean that. Sitting down. Getting up. Wringing this. Arranging that…
And I’m only one person in a small flat!
I just want to sit down and veg.