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| Love it! (Disclaimer: not my hand, not my sofa.) |
I make no secret of the
fact that I like things neat and tidy. It's not for nothing that I've been
compared to Monica from Friends in the past. In the words of the woman
herself:
"If it's not a right angle, it's a
wrong angle!!"
OK I'm not quite that bad, aside from
anything else I have precious little time to arrange things symmetrically
like a crazy person, but I am a sucker for a tidy room, organised closets and
orderly drawers. I just feel more calm and soothed when everything is in its
rightful place, and will happily pad around the villa for an hour on Friday
morning neatening things up after the usual whirlwind of the working
week.
It's meant a few clashes with DH. He's a pretty typical man:
ie just doesn't seem to SEE mess or be bothered by it all. He can step over
pants on the floor for a full week without thinking: " what are these
clothes in a heap here?" or "perhaps I should move them."
We've rubbed along ok - I've relaxed a little
about high-jumping the pile of pants, he's learnt the route to the washing
machine and dishwasher.
One thing that has bothered me for a long time
(and is nothing to do with DH, god love him) is our sofa. It's been around for
a few years, survived a few years, and it's textured grey nature has meant for
me, it just MUST have been hiding a multitude of sins.
This being Dubai, one quick call, 25 quid later
and a team of little men turn up to clean it. They arrived with what looked
like a white dalek, and giddily went about what can only be described as 'wet
vaccuming' the couch.
Their giddiness reached fever pitch when I got
giddy about the whole process too. I was then treated to a description of the
process so detailed and enthusiastic that I'm pretty sure I could now turn my
hand to the career of sofa-vacuuming, should I wish to.
One hour later they left, the sofa was
resplendent in its new, sweet smelling, sparkling glory. I swear it looked
brand new.
"Look!" I exclaimed to DH!
"It looks amazing no! And smells fantastic, hey!"
He cast an eye over their results with a bemused
expression. "This makes you happy darling?"
"Yes!" I squeaked.
"Well in that case let's get it cleaned
whenever you like."
Ah. His housework misdemeanors were all forgiven
in a flash.
