Well my place, my country maison du wytch or possibly Bag End, or possibly Wyts End, is - as you would see for yourself if unlucky enough to visit -
messy.

Very messy.

Very, very messy.

Messy raised to the power of at least eleventy one. 

In a nut shell; not an easy clean, hard to tidy, tricky to maintain. Somewhat resembling this:


but y'know, rural.

So of course i am grateful and gobsmacked to have spent the evening watching my Italian friend work wonders around my token efforts (i may have washed up). She would say; "I'm bloody good i am!" and she'd be right - although i believe my exact words were; "You are a masochistic sucker HA HA HA!"

But i am truly thankful if somewhat startled to realise i have carpets, walls, floorboards and bookcases! WOW!

I should take advantage of miracle working chums more often!

Koff! Seriously, though - thanks V! :))