Saturday, February 06, 2010
World Despots #1 - Dust
You buy sprays which have a delaying action. The dust just bides its time, lurking in that stupid dust-catching roughcast paint that cheapskate landlords cover interior walls or within the folds of curtains. As soon as you go past, the waft of air dislodges the awaiting dust which, liberated, sails gently down to land on your furniture. Yet again.
It's the inevitability of dust that makes it such a despot. You cannot get rid of it. Ever. Some people are slaves to it, finding the slightest speck unbearable, and rushing around with dusters and sprays attacking every surface with frightening frequency.
Others decide to ignore it and wait for it to form little mats that can just be picked up and thrown away... or not.
Dust is a world despot. It's found everywhere and in many forms - household dust, sand dust, asbestos dust, coal dust, and so on. If it's not a killer itself, it harbours asthma-inducing dust mites. Both children and adults wheeze and gasp for breath, bowing before it's dominance.
For those who loathe housework (like me - had you noticed?), dust is one of the banes of their life. I'm able to ignore it up to a certain point, the point where visitors start sneezing and saying things like 'oh, I'm allergic to dust...' or look pityingly at piano lid. Actually it doesn't often get to that point. Promise... well, not since my TWDB came into my life. He says he's allergic to dust and has even been known to take a duster to the sitting room (I nearly passed out with surprise). Well, once. He's a manager, he delegates...
However, that's really the only way of getting rid of dust, for me. Get someone else to do it.
Otherwise... there's no escape. Ever!