Daily Prompt: Odd Couple
Does a messy home (or office) make you anxious and cranky, or is cleaning something you just do before company comes over?
I make no secret of it, I am a hopeless housekeeper. The creative part of keeping a home, I can do standing on my head. I love to cook. I dislike the clearing up but tolerate it as a necessary evil. The routine nature of housework otherwise makes me wish to weep. I find it soul-destroying. Back in the days when my mother was still speaking to me I had at least to keep things in reasonable condition, or I’d have been given what-for. Since I was liberated from her control, well… things have just gone to pot, and especially so since I began to live the life of a hermit in rural Scotland. Visitors just don’t happen these days, so I have no incentive to hire a JCB and move the muck.
Even if I could afford a housekeeper (which would be nice) I would not wish my home in tip-top order. A tidy house makes me feel very ill at ease. I like things comfortably shabby and nicely disordered. Books should be arrayed about me and not lined up neatly, and unread, upon a shelf… you know?