I nipped down to the shop late afternoon today. There were a few things I wanted to get from the craft supply store. And new bathroom mats. I’ve spent the last two days scrubbing both bathrooms squeaky clean. Well, almost. I’m not going to tell you what I found. Suffice it to say it was badly overdue.
Who knew vertical, shiny tiles get dusty ?! I ran my hand over them and in no time at all it was covered in little dust bunnies. Oh dear. They are gone now of course.
I don’t like using harsh chemicals or stuff filled with toxins and artificial c***p that creates so many health problems. Most of the time I use water and Enjo cloths. But once a month or so I get a bit more heavy duty.
Homemade bathroom cleaner
A good friend of mine gave me a recipe for homemade shower cleaner. I used it on everything. Boy did it work a treat! 50:50 white vinegar and Morning Fresh dishwashing detergent. Spray it on. Leave 15 minutes, wash off. Just thought I’d give you that little top tip. In fact, I may have made it a bit strong ‘cos I had soap suds coming out of the drain onto the floor. Or I may have been over enthusiastic in the spraying. Next time I think I’ll try 1/3 detergent and 2/3 vinegar. Now that I’ve scrubbed the soap scum off (not that there was much to start with) I figure a regular maintenance clean will work nicely.
Anyway, I digressed – back to the shopping trip. I nipped into the supermarket too just to pick up a few things. As I didn’t have much, I lined up in the quick checkout queue. At the till next to me was another lady I had chatted to about the cheap strawberries ($2 a punnet). I paid for my shopping. The shop attendant passed me the change. Our bills here are made of slippery plastic these days. A $5 bill slipped out of my hand and fluttered onto the floor. Or so I thought. But between us the shop attendant and I could not find it anywhere. Then I recalled seeing the woman next to me – the strawberry chat one – with a brand new $5 bill in her hand. I noticed it particularly because it was one of our new issue notes with its whizz bang world first class anti-counterfeiting thingys and tactile feature for the blind.
She of the strawberry chat had paid at the same time as I did so I thought nothing of it until my change seemed to have done a disappearing act. I distinctly recall seeing her bend over at the time I dropped the money.
Now I’m not saying she took it – but if not – where on earth did it go ? I told the shop keeper, who started looking for the strawberry chatter. She was long gone. They did give me another $5 note. An old one.
Got me to thinking. What would you do if you were her ? I would have handed the money back to the person it belonged to. Perhaps she was in dire need of $5.
© Raili Tanska