Hoovering. Yes. This is my guilty pleasure. But, I am not alone. My dad likes doing it. My brother too. So it’s hereditary, yes?
My neighbour once sent a text to me which said ‘sit down and relax’, she had heard me hoovering at 9pm. In my defence I had spilled something (yeah, right). I pondered this text and got a little vexed. It’s my home and I’ll hoover if I want to. I got over it.
I still hoover as much. It makes me happy.
I may need therapy.
But, hang on…I don’t like ironing. There, balance is restored.
January promt-a-day from write alm – today’s promt is guilty pleasure.
Hope you’re having a good day?