New Year Fasting
And the cat’s feeling the heat
Once a month, I go around my house with a bucket of soapy water and a sponge and I clean my skirting boards.
‘My God, Michelle,’ I hear you say. ‘You are a paragon of cleanliness. What hygiene, what purity, what sanitation! Skirting boards. Every month. What a loser — I mean, what a woman.’