Most of you have hear of the bull in a china shop but have you ever heard of a bull in the bathroom?
It all started when I retuned home after a three month stay in the US to find my house extraordinarily dusty and messy. Something had to be done , I thought so we employed Mr G. to deep clean the house.
His brief was to clean every nook and cranny with a toothbrush.
Mr G took his job very seriously and for several months was busy from 9 am to 5 pm prying out the dust. Considering that we have a lot of carved antique furniture and several walls of peeling paint , there was a lot of dust to be nudged out.
In a way this became counter productive because all the dust that was pushed out settled on more visible spaces . In other words the house became more dusty!
So we changed his job to polish the brass instead. Once again we have kilos of brass artefacts which had turned black with age.
Mr G scrubbed and scrubbed till all that was left to scrub was the bull: a huge 35 kg Bull of Shiva that was a present for my 35th birthday.
Does that explain how I have a bull in my bathroom?
Twenty- five Seven 