Sparkling

I don't know about you, but I use the energy of impending house guests as motivation for doing the kinds of icky housework I should do on a regular basis but don't always.

A case in point - the reefer. It was pretty empty before the company arrived, so it seemed a good time to clean it out, wash all the shelves and bins and generally cull out the science experiments in the back.

I found all kinds of things I didn't remember I had, like a shallow dish of bacon fat, a jar of clotted cream and two mini bottles of water that we must have stolen from the last hotel we stayed in.

I also found some dark green, squishy, smelly ooze that used to be green beans (I think), a whole lot of light, crisp peels from garlic and onions, and several jars of stuff that had timed out in the middle of last century.

Now, it's sparkling and I'm hoping I can fool the family into thinking it's like that year 'round. Unless, of course, they read this blog, in which case I'm so busted.