Introduction


Can each day be headlined by a word (or two) and represented by a single sentence?

Will they, in turn, weave together to form a tapestry of the year?

It may be more mundane than momentous, but it’s mine to share.

Friday, 6 January 2017

Mophead Mope

The consequence of an oil delivery on a rainy afternoon like this is a mud-stained floor in need of a clean, so I set to with our new sponge-headed mop whose design flaws soon became apparent: it dunked into the bucket of water fine but the squeezing mechanism folded the sponge across its short axis and did not so much squeeze out the water as let it drain at its own pace; applying more pressure simply caused the mechanism to stick, then release with a snap that propelled the retained wetness sideways to splatter the wall (and my trouser legs); once applied to the floor it cut through the grime well enough but left the surface under a film of water, still wet an hour later when I resorted to drying it with some kitchen roll.

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