"The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms. Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing. It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said `Bother!' and `O blow!' and also `Hang spring-cleaning!' and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat. Something up above was calling him imperiously, and he made for the steep little tunnel which answered in his case to the gravelled carriage-drive owned by animals whose residences are nearer to the sun and air. So he scraped and scratched and scrabbled and scrooged and then he scrooged again and scrabbled and scratched and scraped, working busily with his little paws and muttering to himself, `Up we go! Up we go!' till at last, pop! his snout came out into the sunlight, and he found himself rolling in the warm grass of a great meadow.
`This is fine!' he said to himself. `This is better than whitewashing!' "
Unlike Mole, I cannot leave my chores today, but all this cleaning is making me try to think of books besides The Wind in the Willows in which housework features - there must be many, but my mind's a blank! I'm sure it will be obvious when someone suggests one, but all I can come up with is Beatrix Potter's Mrs. Tittlemouse, who kept a pretty neat establishment but had to deal with the mess caused by uninvited guests:
very early and began a
spring cleaning which lasted
a fortnight.
She swept, and scrubbed,
and dusted; and she rubbed up the furniture with beeswax, and polished her little tin spoons. "
