Cleanness

This weeekend has been beautiful in Seville. Yesterday was warm already, 20 degrees Celcius, but today beats all expectations with its 22-23 degrees Celcius! I went to the city centre yesterday after spending few hours working in the lab. My aim was to go buy sushi take-away but that turned out to be ridiculously expensive for what it was. I then went round the shops to buy some jeans and some socks and (again) underwear. Mine seems to disappear in a strange way from the laundry. Apart from my underwear being abducted by an unidentified flatmate, I have other issues at my current place of residence: cleanness. Initially, when I moved in in May, we set up this schedule ‘to clean or not to clean 2007’. Colour codes determined each of us had to clean the common rooms such as kitchen and livingroom once during our ‘coloured’ week. As I share a bathroom with the other girl, we would alternate in cleaning that one, whilst the guy, who is also the owner of the flat btw, would clean his own private on-suite. It worked, for a few weeks, but then soon turned out my colour was the only one surviving and I was cleaning all the shit from everybody. I dont mind cleaning, with a little music, alot of soap bubbles flying around (and maybe some of my weird imagination) its actually fun at times, like this morning. But the thing is that we share a flat, and therefore we should share cleaning the mess. Right before X-mas I got fed up with it and I confronted my flatmate urging her to bloody clean! Just the floors, the sink, and throwing out dirty clothes or towels, that would be sufficient. But the answer I got is that there is no time to clean, at all, period. So my other flatmate suggested a cleaning lady, which I initially thought was an acceptable idea. Untill I started calculating what it would cost on year basis (over 700 euros!). We then kind of agreed that my flatmates, who supposedly do not have the time to clean once or twice a month, will pay for a cleaning lady to do it for them, alternating with me, cleaning the big (about 100 square meters) flat. The cleaning lady would come right after X-mas for the first time, but that didnt fit with her schedule, so she came last tuesday. She cleaned 3 hours, and finished half of our enormous(read me being very sarcastic today) kitchen. The upper cabinets were cleaned, the food put back nicely ordered (I mean this part). Havin been way too happy with the ammoniak however, all cupboards smelled horribly when opening them and the plates even had water standing in them. The lower cupboards and the kitchen machines had not been cleaned; the cheese was still hanging dripping from the oven plates. I arrived to the flat first to have lunch, and even though the cleaning lady left over an hour ago, the kitchen floor was still soaking wet. The windows, fridge, nor waste boxes were cleaned either. I guess in 2 weeks she will come back to do the other half of the kitchen, then another 2 weeks later do half of the livingroom to then finish that again 2 weeks later. We are march by then, and the bathroom has not even been touched yet by her. What a joke! This morning I cleaned 2 hours straight and our kitchen, livingroom and bathroom look fabulous...