Or vice versa.

When I get to that point just beyond stressed, I clean. Like a maniac on uppers!

No idea why. Shrug.

Our (10 years ago) renovated kitchen is all Fired Earth. Table. Chairs. Cupboards. Tiles. Units.

I blame their shop in Winchester. And my need for an Unfitted kitchen where I could move things around. As and when.

The floor tiles are stunning limestone and they (and the wall tiles) were laid by an amazing group of Polish workmen who were not averse to shouting at me when I tried to walk on their work to get to the back door!

Anyways. I’m stressed. So I’ve deep cleaned some of the kitchen floor with hot water, a scrubbing brush and Lime Scented Bleach. But I forgot to open a window and got a little giddy half way through :o(

Grout. Grout. Clean it all out!