I can’t get things clean. It irks me, especially when I am tired. No, in fact it is more than an irking, it unsettles me. Take the vegetable drawer in the fridge, I noticed some black spots of dirt (it may even be mould) trapped between the see-through plastic front and the opaque side. How do I get to it, to them to clean them away? I don’t think it separates, I have tried. And then there is the water jug, again I can’t get it perfectly clean. And don’t start me on the kitchen floor and the line of formica under the cupboards, or the oven. People have lived here before us and their marks, their dirt, their stains remain. I cannot wipe it clean. Like life really. It is imperfect. I am imperfect. Must I accept this?
