Nesting

There’s something about this time of year that leaves me with the urge to clean everything in sight. Michael keeps asking if I am nesting! Maybe to some extent, that’s exactly what I am doing, making my “nest” ready for the winter. I just can’t feel ready for Christmas to arrive unless my flat is spotless. It must be a female thing though as Michael’s mum is doing exactly the same (whereas my mum is extremely house proud so I never notice any change with the seasons) and I’ve yet to see much evidence of this particular phenomenon in men.