In the productive furore of the past week my housework has fallen by the wayside, so I had a little scrub-up this morning, wondering all the while about my aversion to the use of soap. My father told me people use far too much detergent and it seems to have stuck to anything that produces a lather – I have had the same bottle of Palmolive dish soap for six years. It is a big bottle, and I have a dishwasher, but still.
Carolyn gave me useful household tip – use wood ash to clean silver. I tried it there and then (I had been clearing the wood stove), and it works! A weird little jar of ashes now under the sink, like the remains of a neglected relative.
Unthrilled and unskilled in the arts of cleanliness, disorder bothers me and I am good at creating order from chaos. Ideally I would be paired with a Mrs Clean to have the benefits of both – I want a sort of doppelganger who loves soap.