Bill and I did a big final push to clean the house yesterday. Well, Bill mainly did the tidying (thank you babe!) while I waddled around trying to help but was rather more successful at tripping over my feet or my tummy. I can’t be trusted right now and have suddenly got very clumsy, even the simple task of emptying the dishwasher has resulted in broken glasses and me jamming my tummy against the door. I’m a bit useless so kudos to Bill for determinedly pressing ahead and sprucing up the joint while I kept having to have a sit down.
While Bill was frantically cleaning up we had to put Sam in his room to play for a while. Else he was just creating destruction faster than we could deal with it. When we were done and the terror was released he wandered back into the front room with Bagpuss. In awe and amazement he stood stock still in the centre of the living room, jaw agape. “Wow!” the cheeky little blighter exclaimed as he and Bagpuss surveyed the room “Wow! Daddy! [it’s] clean!”