On my knees....

scrubbing the kitchen floor. Literally. That's exactly what my housemate and I did the entire night. All in preparation for the handover of the house. The kitchen is now so clean, that you can prolly eat off the floor....i kid you not.

I feel so accomplished tonight, with that done, which leaves us both with sore backs and every bone that's feeling so tired and not to mention the Jif and every other harsh detergent treated hands.

More cleaning to come. Oh joy.