My husband checked how cleanly I washed the floor, using the "Army method", and was not satisfied
In the previousseriesarticle (you can read on my channel - called "Good litter: why it is necessary to take revenge from the door, and not to it | I clean someone else's dirty kitchen") I said that I had to clean up the village house. But sweeping was not enough - the kitchen still looked untidy without washing the floors. And my husband became my auditor, who well remembers the army's requirements for cleanliness.
I'll tell you briefly: my friends and I came to a family house after the New Year's Eve. Not the most ambitious company managed to celebrate New Year's Eve there before us.
The girls and I decided: we need to get out, or it’s unpleasant to be here, not to mention cutting salads. And I got it - a kitchenette with a terribly dirty floor.
I wash such dirty floors according to the standard "Hard Cases" scheme. I rarely had to cope with them, but they didn't scare me:
- Once generously I rub the floor with a solution of the universal, beloved by me "Sanox", which copes well with difficult dirt. If necessary, I rub stubborn stains (for example, frozen fat) with a hard-bristled brush:
- Then I go through 1 time with a damp cloth to collect dirt. After washing the floor with "Sanox" not so much removes it as picks out and smears it.
- Wipe with a clean, dry cloth to keep moisture as little as possible.
Usually, this method did not give mistakes. But this time, and even due to low lighting, I began to doubt as a result of my work at the second stage.
By the way, my husband, who had previously been busy with other men in the yard, came into the house. Our spouses have already managed not only to open the grill and bring the coals to the desired state, but also to plant the pickled meat on the skewer. Dirty hands led the man into the house - to the water tap.
And I remembered that Lyosha once told me about his army life. The company officer on duty, who was in charge of cleaning, certainly tried to bring the barracks clean to perfect condition and checked how the soldiers washed the floors in a very original way.
I asked my husband to do the same.
Lyosha, busily taking off his rubber slippers, scraped the floor with the edge of his shoes, as if collecting the remaining moisture. It turned out that it has a slightly gray tint... So, the dirt remains!
Swearing not to myself, because I was already tired of scrubbing the floors, I went with new water and again for "Sanox". The husband, following me with a blank look, shouted:
- What, you have nothing to do? Are you completely crazy? We came here to rest, not to clean up! My hands and to the barbecue! 😊