We cleaned our bedroom like MANIACS today. We aired the mattress and pillows, did all of the laundry we could lay our hands on, cleaned out both wardrobes, ironed everything remotely wrinkly, and sorted out a bunch of mishmash crap. It feels and smells great.
Artos is cleaning our silver tea service as I write this. I think the domestic bug bit him a little hard! It looks fantastic though.
Part the second: Literary rant
I finished reading The Nanny Diaries this morning. As I was ironing my clothes this evening, I started thinking about the book and the previous similar novel I read, The Devil Wears Prada. They have something in common: an early-20s heroine who seems to lack self esteem completely, getting run roughshod by a complete bitch of an employer. Then I started reflecting on a few other books I have picked up lately (and then swiftly put down) including the stupidly-named Good in Bed.