Sunday, 6 April 2014

Dust

– You know, spending all day catching up with the housework is pretty exhausting.
– I suppose it would be. Was it all day? It seemed more like a couple of hours.
– Well, it was more than I usually manage. It seemed like a lot to me.
– It must give you a great sense of achievement, to see the house all spick and span.
– Do you notice the difference? Which bit do you think looks most impressive?
– It's hard to – pick a favourite. Which bit would you say?
– I don't know. I was flitting around all over the place, trying to getting everything into shape, rather than focussing on one spot. As a result –
– Nothing actually got finished.
– True. But with housework, nothing ever really gets finished, does it? There's always more to do. Somewhere.
– I suppose that's the way it is. It's probably an entropy thing: the house is slowly but inevitably falling to pieces.
– Really? It seems to make housework a bit pointless.
– That has always been my opinion.

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