My wife is obsessed with cleaning. Hoover here, scrub there, wash the garden path, shampoo the cat. The other day she had her head in the washing machine. ‘What are you doing?’ I said.
‘Washing it,’ she said ‘your filthy clothes have been in here’
Last week she complained the flower beds looked dirty! ‘They are made of dirt’ I said.
‘No,’ she said. ’They are filled with soil’.
‘Okay,’ I said ‘so they are soiled’. She gave me a filthy look!
I swore the other day. You should have seen her face! ‘Wash your mouth out with soap she yelled’. She says even my laugh is dirty. ‘Wipe that filthy grin off your face’ she says.
You should have heard her last night. ‘Wash your grimy hands, take off those mucky clothes, get your muddy shoes off the carpet, take a shower’. I said I’d prefer a bath. ‘You’d rather sit in a tub full of your own dirty water?’ she shouted. See what I have to put up with?
If I outlive her one song simply has to be played at her funeral. Mud, mud, glorious mud!
Wallow in it with me, do!
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Keith's Ramblings 
I think I know her twin sister. She has a cleaning schedule and it makes me crazy. How dirty can a house with two 85 year olds possibly be?
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‘Clean if necessary, don’t if not’ is my motto! Cheers Denise
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Your wife would die at my house, I fear. This morning I found a wandering beetle had tumbled into my sink — so I went and wrote a poem about it. (No, I don’t normally permit beetles on our counter, but these things do happen, eh?)
Mind you, I would be delighted to have someone do all the cleaning here while I write all day long. And whoever wrote that song deserves oodles of accolades. 😉
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Between you and me, I don’t actually have a wife! I think I was describing my worst nightmare! I trust the poor beetle survived to read the poem.
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No, sad to say he didn’t…unless he can swim. There would be that slim hope. 😉
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Some people are cleanliness freaks. You are right, in the end all have to go into mud.
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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, mud to mud! Amen.
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Someone’s a tad obsessed.
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…putting it lightly!
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Heaven knows what she would say about mud pies,
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I dread to think!
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Hi Keith – has to be one of my favourite songs from my youth … but I love your tale of woe … obsessive cleanliness is too much – but some is essential … great read though – cheers Hilary
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Me too Hilary! Thanks so much.
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Good fun Keith 🙂
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Cheers Iain
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Hope he outlives her and gets to enjoy his home as a home and not as a museum piece for Housecleaning Daily Magazine!
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Me too! Thanks Mimi.
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Loved your sense of humor and the rant. I can feel you😁😁😁
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Ha ha ha, you just revealed her dirty little secret to everyone.
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