Mrs Tittlemouse and cleaning

I was telling my mother about my lack of cleaning the other day. She said she’d just been doing a bit of dusting herself (dusting! I’m talking vacuuming and mopping!) and she got halfway down the passage and stopped at the bookshelf there to have a little read of The Tale of Mrs  Tittlemouse. “Mrs Tittlemouse was a very good cleaner,” says my mother. “But when some rodents came to visit and caused her a terrible mess, it took Mrs Tittlemouse two weeks to get shipshape again!”

I haven’t seen Mrs Tittlemouse for a while, so I will look her up.

The Tale of Mrs Tittlemouse by Beatrix Potter