A quick squirt of polish, a flick of the duster, throw a few things in the bin, wipe down the surfaces, how easy is that? My flat nonetheless fails to be a candidate for Homes and Gardens, particularly my bedroom, which will just never make the ‘lady’s tranquil boudoir’ class. It’s not the books; from my perspective books enhance not detract, the more the better, though admittedly it would be a little easier to move around. It’s flex, wires, the detritus of my techy world. You can get flex-tidies. I have got flex-tidies. Pretty, they aren’t. Perhaps I should learn to crochet or sew a fine seam and make covers for them. It’s not as though I had a muso’s kit in there. To play me music while I fall asleep, my phone needs to be on charge or it’ll be dead when I wake up in the morning. I take it I’m allowed a bedside-lamp. The humidifier is less useful in the summer with the window flung wide open; ah, but is it sufficiently moist air. With the sea ten minutes away it seems reasonable to assume the air outside my windows is not the driest.
Manufacturers cannot of course win with lead-length. Short enough just to sit on the shelf next to the extension-lead and everyone screams the lead doesn’t reach the other side of the room. Long enough to reach the other side of the room and everyone screams about spaghetti junction. In particular I have screamed (politely of course) in Amazon Reviews about an excellent Microsoft keyboard and mouse, the only problem with which are 6 ft leads. Whatever they’re meant for, it’s not sitting on the same desk as the monitor. The leads trail, they curl, they offend the eye. They have to be looped around the back of the desk or I trip when standing up. It’s probably not too much to say they are an Elf and Safety issue. Let it never be said Hermione could do with a house-elf.