As a child, my mum was a cleaner and we’d always have the scrubbing pads from the buffer hanging from the bath taps were she had been cleaning them ready for her next shift. The house would be filled with the smell of pine disinfectant which I adore to this day. If I’m completely honest I really don’t enjoy cleaning. Although get me in a bad mood and suddenly it is my therapy. The one task I do enjoy is ironing. There is something so satisfying about taking some crumpled and ironing out the creases.