Domestic Slattern
I've been cleaning the house the morning, and have come across a quandary...
No, it's not another native animal that Inigo has brought home! (hahaha, I crack myself up!)
Windows.
How do they get dirty on the inside????
I mean, I never bother cleaning our windows because we face directly East and they get battered with salt spray and what not. And I can't be bothered. So our windows are always filthy, and I assumed it was all outside grot. But it isn't. Because I just cleaned the windows in my bedroom, and now I can actually see through them. Weird.
Can anyone help?
Window Grot - what precisely is it?
Because this little domestic goddess wants to know.
Oh. And I'm making chewy fudgy brownies with proper bakers flour and 60% couverture. Read it and weep Chesty.
No, it's not another native animal that Inigo has brought home! (hahaha, I crack myself up!)
Windows.
How do they get dirty on the inside????
I mean, I never bother cleaning our windows because we face directly East and they get battered with salt spray and what not. And I can't be bothered. So our windows are always filthy, and I assumed it was all outside grot. But it isn't. Because I just cleaned the windows in my bedroom, and now I can actually see through them. Weird.
Can anyone help?
Window Grot - what precisely is it?
Because this little domestic goddess wants to know.
Oh. And I'm making chewy fudgy brownies with proper bakers flour and 60% couverture. Read it and weep Chesty.
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posted by actonb at 9:21 am
9 Comments:
Well, you'd better bring some north next time you're this way, hadn't you?
Hee. That way I get 100% baked treat for 0% effort.
Ours get dirty because I have a four year old who is a grub!
Can you please email me a brownie...
In the words of Homer J. "ahhhhhhhh..."
LaRue - maybe I will, but only if there's any left... mmmm brownies
surfer - I get why the windows up to waist height are filthy- the handprints are a bit of a giveaway... it's the higher windows I'm wondering about!
Osmosis perhaps??!!!
Or blame global warming!
I made the most fabulous brownies on the weekend. I also put in a block of that 70% lindt chocolate, broken up into tiny pieces, that just melts in your mouth... Its my valentines gift to myself!
I will deal with the extra kilo's next week.
What? You never cleaned the inside of your car windows, AB? You are in for a treat.
All the putrid microscopic globs of crap you breathe in each day get exhaled, and float around till they cling on things - like windows. Thats before you get started on the fug that comes out of your kitchen - and bathroom. Check out the exhaust fan in your kitchen: you don't think it all gets sucked up in there, do you?
Heaps of this pus is just hanging around looking for somewhere to land and call home. It's where John Howard found his personality, you know.
I make biscuits that will get you 100% baked chesty....
I agree with Surfer. At our place, it's the two children with a combined age of 3 and a bit that cause it.
I don't know how they get to the tops of the windows but does anyone remember that thing G-Force used to do in Battle of the Planets where they formed a human pyramid and whirled around? I think it's something like that.
Maybe.
dust? grime from cooking air? same sort of thing as general household dust I guess.
But lucky you for living close enough to the sea to have sea spray!
angel - hey there! any girl who loves Lindt's 70% is most welcome here!
mountjoy - see this is why I love having you around, all enginerry and stuff. With such fabulous info! Does this mean the insides of my lungs are even filthier than my windows????
shroom - that's a slightly less engineery comment, but I loves you all the same. And it's pretty hard to get her them from QLD.
INC - I'm quite happy to blame the girls for most things - I swear that simply by existing they make my house filthy. And they do possess super powers... Oh! G-force!
londongirl - welcome! Special sticky dust it is... And being close to the beach - I feel blessed everyday! When I can get home and smell the salt air, and hear the waves crashing, I know how lucky I am!
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