Well, not by me, generally speaking. Except today. Today I had to do HOUSEWORK!
I wanted to do the ironing. I think "wanted" is the wrong word there. Perhaps "needed" would be better. We were about to run out of clothes to wear. I looked at the floor and the layers of dust on it. And the balls of fluff. "I can't do my ironing with that there!" I sighed. You know how things you're ironing sometimes end up draping on the floor. So I found the cupboard with the cleaning stuff in it - took me a few minutes. I recognised the broom after a while and found I actually remembered how to wield it!
"I'll just sweep up this bit" I said to myself. Of course, once I started sweeping, I couldn't seem to let go of the broom handle! It lead me into the lounge and then the kitchen and then the bedroom......
Then I noticed the dust on the sideboard, the dining table, the coffee table, etc. A couple of candles had melted all over the mantelpiece. (We have a lot of power cuts here - candles are essential). Then, of course, I had to vacuum up all the dust, crumbs and other unidentified detritus gathered in the middle of the room. THEN I did the ironing!
I'm not supposed to be doing housework. I have an official quote from my dear husband. "I don't expect you to do housework. You're far too busy!"
My heart leapt when I heard that! Silly me, I assumed it meant that he would be taking over this onerous task himself! He does it when he feels like it, for which I can't blame him. I very rarely feel like it! The annoying thing is, he tells everybody that he's better at housework than I am. No, he's not better at it, he's just faster! Which means he misses bits. When I clean, I CLEAN! Which is why it would take me all day to do one room. He does the whole house in two hours and ignores the little areas he doesn't consider important. The total inability to see dirt is hard wired into the male psyche!