FOWC with Fandango: Urge

Yesterday I had the urge to clean a window:not these windows in the picture – they are in town and they probably have a man that cleans them with a special lift and he gets paid for it. No, my windows are at home, I do not get paid for it and I have two sides to our apartment with widows on both sides. I used to clean the windows quite often, but as the years go past and my multiple sclerosis progresses, my ability to clean windows diminishes. It was last week when my cleaning help was here and said she would do the windows some time. She also made the remark that I used to clean them often.. She was right, This week I was more at home. Mr.Swiss was not feeling so active in his golden oldie home and today it was raining, which means a no go with my scooter for a visit. So yesterday I decided to clean one window. However, I afterwards decided that I would clean the window in the next room and yes, I eventually cleaned the third window in the next room, meaning that I again had nice clean windows on one side of the apartment.

You would that that would be enough punishment, but today I was again at home and began the windows on the other side of the apartment. Of course, there are four sets, and yes, after almost an hour I had done them all. In the meanwhile an orchid fell to the ground, so I had to sweep the mess away, but the orchid survived. However, now I have clean windows everywhere and yes, I was a little exhausted afterwards.

We women have strange urges sometimes.

FOWC with Fandango: Urge

RDP Friday: Vivid

I grew up in a working class family in the East End of London. We did not have a lot, but mum had a thing about bright colours. Whatever she knitted there were usually stripes of all colours in the rainbow and this extended to our little house. We had no hot water, the toilet was outside in the garden and we heated with a coal fire, as our neighbours. We had a gas cooker, but mum made sure that we were cheered up with bright colours This room was our kitchen, living room and general room for everything. Mum chose the wall paper and then dad had to paint the furniture to match, so everything was in red an white. It was a wonder that our cat, Whisky, was also not painted, but he felt quite at home in the bright colours. Standing on the back of a chair was one of his favourite positions and sometimes he would sleep there. The furniture was all from the days of the war, so called utility, but we did not know anything else at the time. The days of luxury that we now have were not possible. You made do with what you had.
RDP Friday: Vivid