Go, Greased Lightning

By mutual agreement a tenant vacated the first-floor bedroom/ bathroom suite at the stone house. Nice guy when he’s sober, but let’s just say he had a personality too big to get along in a rooming house environment.
He made an effort to tidy up on his way out, but hadn’t cleaned much in his 10 months here. As a result, it’s gross. Cobwebs, dust bunnies, mold and soap scum in the shower stall, dirty fingerprints on the mini fridge and god knows what running down the outside of the toilet and onto the floor.
As I plan to occupy this space myself until I find a new tenant — who wouldn’t? it’s got its own bathroom — I’m gonna put other duties aside for a couple of hours and clean.

Did I say a couple of hours? Worked almost four hours and just got the bathroom clean; still have the bedroom to tackle tomorrow. Blew out everything else I had planned for today. Still have to touch up the paint, tenant attached cardboard to the windows with duct tape and splattered hair dye on the wall.

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