Thursday, 11 August 2011

I hate house work more with each passing day

Today I got a new thing of wonder - a tablet computer gizmo. It's, frankly, astounding. It plays videos, goes online, connects me with everyone and even turns itself into a book at bedtime. It takes pictures and tells me where I should be and when.


For those of us old enough to remember the first domestic computers - big old things that cost a packet and didn't do half of what this little miracle does - it's even more amazing. When I was at primary school, one child only had parents wealthy enough to buy him a digital watch.

This is the moment when I pause to boggle at the advances and wonders of technology. Where will the next decade take us, I wonder?


OK, stop wondering and boggling. Perhaps more bogglesome and astounding is the fact that housework still needs to be done. 


I merely jab my finger at a titchy screen to talk face-to-face with someone in New York for free, yet I still have to bend down to scrape the grunge off the kitchen floor. Digital enchantment performed every day and yet I must use my fingers to remove soggy stuff from the sink. Dust still needs hoovered and wiped, toilets still demand (insistently sometimes) elbow-grease attention and windows besmear themselves. 


I hate housework more than I love communications technology. Please can those clever, creative people turn their brilliant minds to solving the housework problem forever. 


With apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning, dried on fish mess was my muse this morning. 




How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways.



I hate thee with each sheet and bed and mite


My brush can reach, when hiding out of sight


For the ends of being a cleaner place.


I loathe thee to the limit of every day’s

Most horrid mess, by son and husband too.


I loathe thee freely, as there’s more to do.

I loathe thee purely, as I’d love to laze,

I loathe thee with passion put to use

With better games I’d really rather play.

I loathe thee with a heat I never lose

With all the dust. I loathe thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears of wasted time; and, if I choose,

I’ll pay someone else to do it instead.

6 comments:

  1. Couldn't agree more. Sure, we've got it easier than our mothers, but the actual chores still need doing - nothing has been eradicated from the 'to-do' list.
    Maybe the devil DOES find work for idle hands, but at this rate, we'll never find out.

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  2. Luce, It's not that I'd rather be totally idle, but there are so many other things I'd rather be doing!

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  3. I didn't mind housework when we both worked full time and ate in pubs a lot. Once a week is bearable, every day makes me want to scream. Knowing that if I don't do at least some every day, it multiplies disproportionately makes me want to kill!

    Some of my friends recommend this: http://www.lemon-digital.co.uk/products.php?Product=664&Title=iRobot+Roomba+581+Cleaning+Robot+Vacuum but it's a lot of outlay and I'm sure you still have to put away 327u935720 bits of lego before you can set it off. Grrr.

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  4. Jo, robot thing looks fab, but it's only going a tiny bit of the way towards getting rid of housework.

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  5. No matter how much you hate housework, it has to be done. Your health depends partly on housework, because if you don't clean regularly, you may catch a disease or end up with an allergy.

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  6. I must say, I'm not keen on it on a daily basis. I like having a blitz though. Very refreshing.

    Mind you, I have rather given up on it at the moment. It's quite liberating. Until something goes crunch underfoot.

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