I would describe my house as Clean. It is not sparkling and I despair of ever getting all the hair, dust and fluff off the floors, but they have been mopped, a rare occurrence indeed, with disinfectant that smells like synthetic lemons. So now, as well as looking like an office, my house smells like one too. Romantic.
I am officially out of time and that is as good as it is going to get. Fortunately, Blondie is not scheduled to arrive until after dark on Sunday, and mood lighting makes everything look 80% better. 1 Home point.