Bear with Furniture

84. 13 September 2021

I cleaned my kitchen last night.

This morning I put everything away

And wiped the hob AGAIN! I mean

I wiped it last night!

What’s wrong with me?

For years I’ve been defiantly house-guilty

(the opposite of house-proud).

Mess normally builds up around me

In tidal waves of rubbish.

Newspapers, food containers, books, shopping, used mugs.

I have always been a Bear with Furniture

Despite being female.

Now I pick up rubbish on the road

And put it in the bin.

Sure, I did Marie Kondo

So now my knickers are always rolled.

The beginning of the rot.

It’s looking as if I’m becoming tidy.

I’m frightened. What’s happening to me?

Where will it end?

*

Six weeks later my house is a tip,

The bathroom is just about ok,

The kitchen is a mess,

The Bear with Furniture is back!

Excuse me. Why would I tidy or clean?

I am writing a book.

***

Also, I need coffee.

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