This is the longest my queen has ever called – 9 days so far. Usually her calls last about a week and the realisation that this is no ordinary call and could drag on is wearing us down.
Hubby is particularly pissed off. I don’t blame him because the living room is his cave, and that’s where I’ve confined my queen, thinking that its wooden floors would make cleaning easier.
I thought I’d leave thorough cleaning to when it’s all over, but the stink was too much.
So I spent 3 hours this afternoon on my hands and knees. First I went over all the horizontal and vertical surfaces with a cloths soaked with a dilute solution of biological laundry detergent. This included all the legs of the dining room chairs and table. Then I rinsed with plain water, then sprayed urine eliminator on the more obvious surfaces.
You know that film Karate Kid where Mr Miyagi trains Daniel (the Kid) to fight by having him perform household chores like painting the house and waxing the car? Well, I wonder what defensive moves he would have ascribed to the actions I used in cleaning the floor. All I can say is that all of my right arm and the muscles attaching right arm to chest are aching in a way that bodes ill for tomorrow.
Back to hubby. I bought him a 4-pack of John Smith’s last night. So he wasn’t pissed off anymore. Just pissed. Sorted.