Inspection time

We have an inspection by the agent tomorrow, so I have spent the afternoon cleaning up. Mind you, it's not "hide the car parts in the back yard" of the typical rental, rather it's "toothbrush to the bathroom grout" cleaning.

OK, so I am not the world's greatest housekeeper but that's not something I aim to be. The place is perfectly adequate for our needs and I really don't need some real estate agent telling me that (a) the balcony needs sweeping, or (b) the oven is due for a clean, or (c) the laundry is dusty in the corners.

I mean, I spend more time cleaning up for this woman than I did when my mum came to stay.

I'm almost expecting her to complain that my decaf is past its use-by date, or my wine is inferior or my ties lower the tone of the complex.

And this happens every three months!