‘Lets clean the house for Christmas! Where shall we start?’
The littlest says, ‘the money isn’t very clean.’
She empties her piggy bank over the kitchen table. Out tumbles a mountain of coppers. Soon a small bowl appears. It is filled with tuppenny pieces.
‘Can I have some vinegar?’
‘Hmm, I need rubber gloves.’
‘Do you have an old toothbrush?’
‘I think I need some salt.’
Her sister joins her. The number of bowls grows. The scheme goes from small to grandiose and spreads over the entire table.
I go out. Come back in.
The house smells like a bad chippy. It is overpowering.
‘Can I show you the incident?’ She asks.
Vinegar ran down the table, down the chair legs to puddle on the floor.
‘Well I say, there we are, all clean and ready for Christmas. Thank you.’