So, what what was my instinctive response?
Tip the nasty mess out and reclaim shiny stainless steel with hot blasts and soap?
Or leave it to answer the siren call of inbox?
To find my camera to capture the interesting colours on the slime. Yes, blogging about how pretty my slutty housekeeping was turning out was more tempting than restoring some hygiene or doing some paid work.
I realise that it's probably only one of the ways to tell you are a blogger.
Here are some others.
You know you're a blogger when you tell the entire internet things your husband doesn't even know.
You know you're a blogger when your husband communicates in search terms he knows you'll find on analytics.
You know you're a blogger when you start telling friends what you've been doing and they say: "Yes, I already know."
You know you're a blogger when you regularly get invited to events hundreds of miles away that you probably wouldn't fancy going to if they were next door.
You know you're a blogger when the postie thinks you have a serious retail therapy habit during review season.
You know you're a blogger when the upside of something going wrong is juicy blog fodder.
And today's offering - you know you're a blogger when someone offers you money to make a video reviewing a sex toy.