Frantic Cleaning

The impending arrival of a cleaner to assess our flat and tell us if she'll sort us out (thanks to Hope's friend Lally's mum for finding us one), has meant that we (or more to the point, Mrs View) are trying to make the house cleanable. This involves sorting out the various boxes and boxes and boxes of miscellaneous plastic tat that the kids have picked up over the years. The constant refrain is 'what's this from?' Sorry girls, we are binning lots of rubbish. Lucky they are asleep.