Mimi Time is proud

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“Come and jump in for a little swim- nobody will know.”

 

I am proud. Mimi Time is proud. I am Mimi Time.

So. We managed. 10 summer houses in one day. One cleaning and 9 inspections.

I have to say that renting a summer house is definitely easier than cleaning it, my muscles ache a bit today, but  I hope to get a bit fitter with time, in Mimi Time so to speak…

I learned, that it really depends on the nationality of the summer house guests, what to expect in the house. I didn’t know, there was a direct connection between nationality and cleanliness. The ranking for cleanliness is a s follows:

1. Germans

2. Danes

3. Other

My colleague for the day looked at our list and lit up, when there had been staying Germans in the house, which we had to check after they moved out, as in her experience the house would be perfectly cleaned (some guests clean the house themselves after their stay). And guess what? It is also my experience now. Although the Danes are following the Germans very closely (I don’t just say that to keep readers in Denmark happy…).

The first house had been rented by a nationality other than German or Danish and there were little cereal hoops everywhere in the house and millions of dog hair in the sofa. Did their child walk around and distributed those little funny hoops all over the house before locking the dog into the sofa? Hiding the hoops in the sofa (with the dog), under the sofa, under the bed and around the kitchen? I was vacuuming and hoping to find them all, as if a new guest would find them before me, they would definitely complain about these colorful little hoops.

While vacuuming away I felt a tiny little bit proud that my people (Germans) are so well-liked by the summer house staff. It is good to know, that we are liked by some.

Suddenly I was wondering if I had this extreme cleanliness-gene as well? And what if not?

But why did the Germans clean the houses to this perfection? I imagined the German Hausfrau cleaning away in their holiday, while her husband Karl-Heinz sat on the sofa reading his newspaper. Is this what they do? I think they can’t have had a lot of spare time to discover the area, as they must have been cleaning the whole time. Maybe Hausfrau Eva got up before her husband to do a bit of cleaning before breakfast, like a little cleaning-work-out. Maybe she would feel lost, without it? It is a bit of a mystery to me.

But back to cleaning…

The weather was muggy and the sweat was trickling down my neck, forehead and back and then I washed the floor in the pool room. The extreme light blue color of the water was greeting me and whispering to me:

“Come and jump in for a little swim- nobody will know”

I restrained myself, but my inner voice nearly won.

Mental note: When I have cleaned enough summer house and Mr.Prince has dropped in for a little Sherry, I will rent one of the glamorous summer houses and have a little holiday. With sauna and swimming and in the whirlpool.

Although when going through the houses, I got a feeling for how many other people have been there before. Sometimes they leave their things: shampoo, chocolate, chewing tobacco in the shower (what???) and razors. And sometimes you can still smell the presence of the last guests and that is not so glam. In one of the rooms it smelled like something big and bad was rotting under the bed- I checked and luckily there was nothing. I was kind of expecting to find something dead down there.

Oh just imagine. Hausfrau and Karl-Heinz get into a fight and she says to him: “Karl-Heinz I have had it with all that cleaning, I am leaving you for a nice Norwegian man, he appreciates me not only for my cleaning.”But as Karl-Heinz  can’t live without his cleaning machine, he kills her and leaves her under the summer house bed in Denmark.

Vacuuming the hair off the mattress reminded me of all the people having slept in that bed. All their dreams and emotions seeping in the mattresses. Hmmm. I guess holidays at home are fine for me too.

We drove all over the area, over dirt roads with potholes so deep they could kill your car and through forests and into summer house colonies (why do you want to be so close to other people, when you opt for the country-holiday???) along the deep blue see with little mini- ponies grazing on dark green grass and my heart was singing: I do like it here.

When we got back to the summer house centre we were greeted by the manager and she anxiously asked me, if the day had been ok? When I said yes and that I would like to continue with the job she was so happy, she nearly hugged me. For the first time I really felt appreciated as a worker 🙂 Maybe she suspects me to have the German-cleaning-gene and the German-eye-to detect dirt, even though I am not sure yet if I do.

Next Saturday I will be on my way to dirt busting and checking cleanliness again. Maybe I will find some more stories and hopefully nothing rotten in the Sate of Denmark!

and lovelies do remember:

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY- even when you clean whirlpools.

 

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