Mr F is cleaning his bedroom for the first time ever (I usually do it, it isn't just left to fester) because he overheard me call it Troll's Kingdom on the phone to my mum last night. He's been up there a couple of hours now so I went up to check and he'd taken my instruction literally when I said "I start in the far corner, take all the stuff off the unit, clean it then put it on the bed, move the unit and hoover where it lives, then clean the unit and put it back". What I didn't specify was that I then replaced the stuff on that unit before moving onto the next one. You couldn't see the bed for the TV, PS4, laptop, DVDs, BluRays, books and a reading lamp. He'd taken everything off everywhere and put them on the bed then realised there's no room to move every unit at once.
I felt sorry for him so I've offered to put the fresh duvet cover on for him when he's up to that part. I should also add that Troll's Kingdom is "our" room rather than my bitchcave, the bitchcave is always clean, tidy, crumbless and dust-free with lovely bedding.
