You'll have to excuse me

Currently I'm a bit high on bleach fumes.

I've just spent the last few hours cleaning the bathroom from top to bottom, floor to ceiling.
And yes, that did involve using a step ladder. (Cheeky cunts)
Every last inch has been scrubbed, every object moved.
Dusted, wiped, polished, hoovered.

And I actually enjoyed it.

It's strange, but cleaning the bathroom has always being theraputic for me.
It's just something peaceful and simple, that doesn't take too much thought.

I had a similar sort of thing in my last job, where defrosting the freezers was a great stress reliever.
Hacking away at defenseless ice does wonders.