Spring Into Action
March 5, 2014
Something remarkable has happened. It appears to have (finally) stopped raining. Not only that, but, this morning, I opened the curtains to blue sky and the merest hint of sunshine. I distinctly heard birds singing too. It was a bright start to the day and I headed downstairs with a spring in my step.
I was pottering happily in the kitchen, glancing out of the window to double-check the blue sky wasn’t a figment of my imagination, and generally in good spirits. I had decided to make the most of the dozen or so remaining strawberries in the fridge (which were definitely looking past their best) by making an early morning milkshake.
Who knew twelve strawberries could cause such chaos when I, so distracted by the apparent onset of brighter days, completely forgot to place the jug in front of my juicer…
A mere second-and-a-half-later, me and my kitchen were covered in strawberry juice, which had fired out of the machine at an alarming rate covering everything within a three metre radius (luckily LilCat was asleep in the living room otherwise she, too, would have been a very fetching shade of pink). I have to say that I was very impressed at the amount of juice that had been extracted from a such a small amount of fruit. Had it made it into a glass with milk, it would have been a delicious start to my day…. But instead it was the start of some very energetic spring cleaning.
Strawberry juice should be marketed as “nature’s glue”. It was sticky in the extreme and seemed to have hit every surface and appliance in the kitchen. I have to say that I have a very small galley-style kitchen bit it seemed to have expanded rapidly in size when it came to removing all traces of the pink sticky liquid.
Three hours later and all appliances, surfaces, cupboard doors and floor were cleaner than they had been for years. I had worked up a sweat, made the task more bearable by singing along to my IPod and when the final smear of strawberry had gone discovered that I was full of energy. I think it had something to do with the sunshine and blue sky and nature prompting me to continue with a proper “spring clean”… so I decided to dig deeper and have a “proper sort” out of everything in the cupboards as well. Quite how I came to have four boxes of beef stock cubes is a mystery (and I am embarrassed to admit that the most senior of the four was over five years old…). I am struggling to remember why I would have bought three types of ice-cream sauce in 2011 and I dread to think how long the “emergency” packet of dried milk has been languishing at the back of the cupboard (but as it has a “best before date” of 2010 it has been there for quite some time).
A further three hours later and the fridge/freezer, larder and cupboards containing all my crockery and cookwear were spotless. Plastic containers had been re-united with their long-lost lids (and those which didn’t have a lid were consigned to the “use for planting seeds” section of the garden). Everything was in its place. The whole kitchen was spotless… And I was hot, sweaty and beginning to ache. I decided I had earned a tea-break and so sat down with a cuppa. I decided to peruse the WLR database just to see if four hours of lifting, lugging, mopping and scrubbing could count towards the “move more” part of my day and so hopefully typed in “cleaning”. RESULT!
Eight different types of cleaning appeared on the list... including “scrubbing floors”. I also decided that wiping every square inch of my kitchen surfaces and storage space could easily be aligned with “dusting”. “Cleaning Windows” also appeared on my list and (erring on the side of caution and putting in conservative amounts of time)
it seems my day in the kitchen translated into 400 calories burned.
I logged them with a smile on my face and, as the sun was still shining decided to head to the supermarket to replenish my cupboards (which were rather emptier having got rid of anything that was out of date) but opted for a twenty minute walk rather than my usual five-minute drive. It also meant that I had the twenty-minute walk back with three heavy shopping bags (so the twenty minutes turned into almost thirty-five… ) which I didn’t log as exercise but which I am sure burned off a few more calories and definitely counted in the “move more” category.
By 5pm I was exhausted but exhilarated. My kitchen was a thing of beauty. My cupboards were stocked full of WLR-approved goodies. My early morning disaster with the juicer had turned a potentially terrible day into a productive and very satisfying seven hours. I had a spring in my step; my kitchen had been spring cleaned… and best of all… it seems that Spring is in the air.
So… here’s to a sunny WLR day for all.
With a Hug