Lately, I’ve been annoyingly preoccupied with making sure that our flat is clean and tidy.  I get irritated when the dishes aren’t done straight after we have finished eating or when the vacuuming is a couple of days overdue. I’m driven nuts when the couch blanket is left in an untidy pile touching the floor instead of folded neatly at the ends. The dining table is covered in junk and piles of clean / almost-clean / dirty clothes lie around accusingly. Continue reading On Cleaning and Control →