neatness counts for some

I have just performed a miracle on Rachel's room.

Unfortunately, the dumb me forgot to take before & after photos.

I'm starting to feel like I understand why guama likes to tidy things up so much. We're simply neat freaks.

The feeling of making something nice and neat and livable is quite satisfying, especially if the place looked like a pigsty before you came around. Talk about making a change.

Rachel's room before I went there was absolutely atrocious - junk all over her table, all over her cupboards and shelves, her few weeks' worth of unfolded clean clothes, dirty clothes strewn all over the floor, her bags all over the place, foodstuff scattered around, her books and papers taking the same positions.

I guess I started with the easiest bit - the bed. Then after came the most revolting part - the floor. Followed by her table and shelves, then her papers, then her books, then the cupboard, then the clean wrinkly laundry.

*fuuh*

She'd better have a heart attack when she gets back.

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