A labour of love for some, yet many a maid or manservant’s task of weekly dread.
My great-aunt devoted Thursday nights to upstairs bed changing and cleaning. Then Friday evenings were devoted to cleaning downstairs and all her many pieces of silver.
Saturday was for shopping, banking, and buying a beautiful bunch of seasonal flowers, to brighten up the sitting room, arranged in a big heavy crystal vase. (Which I still have brightening up mine.)
I was extremely grateful it was a small terraced house when I stayed from time to time. Though the conversations and laughter we shared were delightful and treasured by me.
©️ 2026 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
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