This year we just haven't seemed to get on top of cleaning and polishing.
That's due entirely I suspect, to the fact that it's inarguably my job and I have far too many excuses for not getting out there and simply starting. The new mattress is partly to blame, no doubt about that, and perhaps the lack of suitable weather could also be a factor, but whatever the reason, it's not done yet and it's almost time to start the end of season clean.
It's not that it's disgustingly dirty or anything like that, but it might be if we don't get on top of it soon.
But it's windy and sultry and cool and reminiscent of an August day at home. It's exactly the sort of day that is just begging to be spent fiddling in the shed, or perhaps reading a book.
Perhaps I'll start tomorrow.