So all I did was clean the shower, but I did a fantastically good job of it. I think it's because as I was cleaning I was listening to Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, which is the same symphony that inspired Alex & his droogs to all sorts of violence in A Clockwork Orange. There is nothing like finding yourself squatting in the shower in an old black slip & rubber gloves, listening to Beethoven's Ninth & scrubbing the living shit out of every square millimeter of surface space to make you feel as tho you've finally lost your mind. I think I pulled a tendon in my wrist, I was scrubbing so hard. I wish I had a middle ground when it comes to housework. I let things go for weeks upon weeks, but then when I do clean, it's with the zest of a monomaniacal Aspie with a bad case of OCD. In fact when I had finally deemed the shower clean enough to actually bathe in, & I'd shed the slip & gloves & was concentrating on getting the dirt off of me, I kept noticing little areas I'd missed. Eventually I had to go get the sponge again & start redoing everything.
So it was a bit of a waste of a day off. I did finally watch Jean Cocteau's Beauty and the Beast. The best bit was the ending, when the Beast turns into a handsome prince & for a moment you catch a glimmer of disappointment in Belle's eyes.
He looks at her & says, Etes-vous heuresue?
& she replies Il faudra que je m'y habitue ...
