Damn, bad blogger

There, I've done it again. Missed several days.

My cleaner has just told me she's stopping at the end of the month. Cleaning my house, that is. She's been such a good friend over the last five years and has seen me through a lot of grief. It's such an intimate thing, having a cleaner. Maybe even more intimate when a single man has a female cleaner. She's been the main woman in my life. I don't think there's anyone else that I've seen as often as weekly over the last five years. It's going to be a hard act to follow.