Lemons and pine

A delicious smell greeted me when I got home tonight. 

Was it home-baked brownies? Freshly cut grass? Coco Mademoiselle?

Think more....ammonia-like.  

Yes, it was the smell of "someone's been in my home and now it's cleaner than when I left this morning!" 

But not in a creepy way. As in, I let them in and paid for them to be there. 

It was the vacuuming that broke me. I don't mind laundry. I can handle a spot of ironing, a few dishes, the occasional scrubbing.

But for whatever reason, vacuuming is reeeeeally high on my list of least-favorite-things-ever. My personal vision of Hell is having to spend the rest of eternity vacuuming while being fed only pickles (I haaaaaaate pickles!)

So finally, I cracked. I booked a Handy cleaner, because that's what modern Londoners do! I lined up all my cleaning supplies for her to use, including the dreaded vacuum. I greeted the stunningly-gorgeous cleaner/apparent supermodel who showed up, and I breezed off to work, looking forward to some sparkle in my countertops.

And when I came home....Pine. Lemons. Lavender. Fresh air. Lotus flowers. The smell of clean.

Perhaps I'm imagining all that. Maybe it just smells like astringent.

But there's no denying the sparkle.

Love,
Joëlle