I was overcome at the weekend by a bout of spring cleaning madness, resulting in an immaculately dusted bookcase (shelves and regrettably also books), and sparkling clean windows for the first time since we moved in, best part of three years ago.
One of the things that I learned was that in unfortunate instances it is in fact possible to measure the depth of dust which can be accumulated through neglect of the top shelf of the bookcase. I have resolved that this must never happen again.
Second, and more embarrassingly, it turns out that there is in fact a mountain to be seen from my bedroom window, which I’d never before been in a position to actually notice. It is undeniably the unmentionable quantities of grime which are to blame for this, not just the fact that the buildings further up the street are large enough to partially obscure it.
Never mind: I console myself with the fact that at least the colour of the carpet didn’t change after hoovering this time.