Hello March, you beautiful beast! Encourager of daffodils, home to a clock change, month of my birth; in the words of Delia Smith, let's be avin' you.
It's not, however, something that features in my own life. I don't care enough. A quick spray of bleach and once round with the hoover is more than enough for me. (If that.) In this precious life of finite time, I refuse to waste one second pulling out the contents of drawers and wiping down surfaces that don't get seen. I respect myself too much. Fair play if a deep clean is your bag. Knock yourself out. I just don't feel the need for it in my own life.
That doesn't mean the seasonal change passes me by. Oh no. Spring cleaning as a term can be utilised in all sorts of ways. Forget your cupboards and shelves. Forget cleaning your windows and laundering every bit of bed linen. MY version of a spring clean presents itself in others ways. In no particular order, here they are.
On my TV, under RECORDINGS, there's a mish-mash of content. Some series-linked TV shows with multiple seasons, some one-offs and specials, and some bought content from the Sky Store. I hate how disorganised it is. There should be an option to organise it into files like a desktop but there's not. Instead, I can delete. Delete the stuff I've watched. Delete the stuff I recorded at Christmas that I've not bothered with yet. And delete the build up of series-linked TV. TOTP2 is my personal nemesis. There's loads of them and they build up quickly. Instead of mopping my kitchen floor, cleaning up my planner can bring me joy.
Get a Haircut
I've been meaning to get a haircut since October. Life's been busy and it's just not happened. That's meant that the back of my hair has been the longest it's ever been (down to my bra!) and I've resorted to trimming the front with nail scissors. That ends now. In the fields, sheep are being sheared (probably) and in my own home via my mobile hair stylist, my hair has been cut. It feels great. A literal weight has been lifted. And for those of you who've never had the pleasure, let me tell you. The first time you wash your hair after having a load of it chopped off, is the absolute best. So quick! So easy to rinse! Happy spring!
Yes, you could definitely eBay that pile of clothes you've allowed to build up. So go on then, eBay them. Or, if you're like me, accept the truth. You're never going to be arsed to take the photos, post the info, and answer questions from randoms about how many centimetres wide the £10 top that you're selling for £2.50 measures from armpit to armpit. Bung it in a charity bag and be done. Last week, I got rid of four bin bags that have been sitting in my bedroom for months. A charity benefits and I have more space. Plus, now's the time to have a look on Vinted for a whole new spring wardrobe. Fun.
Unsubscribe
I bought a White Fox hoody for my niece in Christmas 2024. I'd never heard of the brand before and I've never bought anything since. However, for a good six months afterwards, they were kind enough to email me every morning to let me know they had other products to sell. They are not alone. I reckon I spend my first ten minutes of every morning deleting the email spam that's been sent overnight. Recently, I made a decision. I spent a similar amount of time scrolling to the bottom of each unwanted email and simply clicked the unsubscribe button. Genius, right? It felt far more satisfying than scrubbing burnt cheese off baking trays (insert more accurate spring cleaning chore here. I'm running out of ideas.)
It's been eleven years since my last tattoo. I have four, they're not all small, but they're discrete. With the new book coming soon and the gust of fresh spring air about the place, my tattoo tingles have started up again. Right now, I'm working it around my head. I've got ideas and I know where I'm going to get it done, but the final details are still to iron out. A change is as good as a rest, or something. Sod your dusting, polishing, and ironing, and get a tat instead!
Look, it's not up to me to dictate how you spend your time. You want to scrub, buff, and wipe? Be my guest. For me, however, I'm spring cleaning in my own way. Along with lovely walks, reading more than ever, and knowing the book I've worked on for two years is on its way, I'm cleaning out the old and ushering in the new. I just don't need to be wearing Marigold gloves as I do it.
Have a lovely week, folks.
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