I find disorder unsettling and uncomfortable.
I am convinced that living in a well-ordered environment is vital for one's mental well-being. A home with structure and rhythm is pleasant, easy to run and restorative to its inhabitants.
I think my best housewifely skill is orderliness.
If we ignore for a moment my daughter's room I think we can safely say that my house is very orderly. A place for everything and everything in its place. It helps enormously to live with a man who is also very orderly and two boys who are at least happy to fall in with my desire for order. If they were all like Katie then I may well be telling a different story.
This is our sitting room.
This is how it looks pretty much all the time. It's comfortable and pleasant although I can't help feeling, now I look at the photograph, that it is a little cold and stark.
Of course it didn't look like this when the children were little, then the floor would have been covered with toys although they were always gone by bedtime.
Well, it looks tidy and the floor has just been hoovered but close up all is not as it seems.
Dirty windows -inside and out
and mouldy skirting boards.
My house is superficially clean only. Time to get to grips with the dirt. Writing about my laundry routine the other day prompted me to think about instituting a routine for other housewifely tasks.
I decided to add a new 'household' category to my recipe box.
The tasks ringed in coloured pen are the most essential.
*An example of irony