For the first time in 18 years I am living the life of a bachelor and I am surprised how good I am at it. Now, before you start phoning my wife to tell her I am going off the rails, let me explain. It is not what you think.
Editorial: Being tidy now comes naturally
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A housekeeper comes in once a week to clean the motel room/apartment I stay in and I am sure she would admit that I keep the place tidy. In my younger years I felt a bedroom was not lived in unless it was full of stuff. My mother still tells my daughters that she cannot remember seeing the spare bed in my bedroom for about seven years because it was always full of clothes and books.
Frankly, that would drive me crazy now. Maybe it is part of the journey of life we all undertake but I cannot bear living in a mess for more than an hour or so. Sooner rather than later the urge to clean kicks in.
Living alone can be tough at times, but I have no doubt it would be worse sharing an apartment with someone other than family. I could not bear it if I walked into the bathroom and someone had not rinsed the basin after shaving or even if there was a towel left crumpled on the floor.
What amazes me is how easy it is to keep things neat and tidy. I have my routine in the morning and part of that is making the bed and ensuring that everything is packed away before I leave for work. The same goes for evenings, whenever I get home. If I cook, I make sure everything is washed up and packed away before bed.
I used to think that the only reason I helped keep our house in Auckland tidy was because it was either that or absolute chaos - three children make a very big mess. I now realise that I keep it tidy because I like living like that and because I have been programmed to clean up after myself.
Living alone in a tidy apartment is good, but give me the chaos of my daughters any day.