I have a lot of glass in my house, and I remember saying as a joke once that I clean my stuff with Windex while my friends are over, but then I found myself actually doing that the other day. It's horrible.
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I've always wanted to put a little solarium on the back of my house. You know. Glass.
Glass really rewards risk. A lot of times with glass, you're just waiting for the piece to cool down or for some temperature to adjust, and there's split seconds where you've got a fraction of a second where you get to make a move a particular way, and you don't get to repeat it if you do it wrong.
When I was very young, I used to clean up after my parents. If I stay in a hotel, I make the bed and clean the room when I get up, even the bathroom mirror, for which I carry a tiny bottle of ammonia.
I actually washed my window once, and it fell through - it was being held together by the dirt.
Cleaning is therapy for me. I'm not ashamed of holding the duster or broom.
I'm afraid I am tidy, and I have to be because the office is open plan and my glass office door is literally always open.
If I'm at home on my own and the writing isn't going well, I clean my house. And there have been times in the past few years when my house has looked really clean.
I'm not a clean freak. My house is a mess.
I used to clean my brother and sister's rooms. And I would go to friends' houses and clean their rooms, too.
My dad always told me, 'I don't care what you do. Just aim to be the best at it. Even if it's the world's best window cleaner.'