There are things no woman should see. Things that, once seen, simply cannot be unseen. Things that, once seen, require action.
Things like the tops of the kitchen cupboards. Those very high ones. Wa-a-y up there out of sight. If you’ve never looked at the top surface of those cupboards, I suggest, very firmly, that you simply do not.
Today I looked upon the tops of my cupboards. Tonight I spent an hour perched precariously on the benchtops, clinging on by my fingernails, scrubbing away at the collected grime of, apparently, centuries of kitchen use. Dear God it was ugly.
My new kitchen arrives tomorrow. The contents of my old kitchen are currently reposing on the dining table. Actually, scrub that, on, under and around the dining table. I unearthed a chocolate-making kit that I never knew existed. The large stockpot that I was sure I had, but that had not been seen in living memory. Some really nice little bowls and things for entertaining – clearly we haven’t been friendly enough in the Fibro.
And I will go to bed tonight knowing that the tops of my kitchen cupboards are white. It’s a saintly kind of feeling, I have to admit.
So… dare I ask? What would you add to the list of Things No Woman Should See?