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After reading our item in The Buzz (Page 13) about the woman who loves to clean, I asked the team, ‘WhatBrainwaves page come to life, with handy hints we could all use. Beth deals with her aversion to picking up clothes by putting everything into a basket and promising to sort it later. Jude’s method is to put clothes straight into the washing machine and then, afterwards, put them straight into her wardrobe. ‘Having no washing baskets means when the clothes are clean and dry I can’t leave them in a basket. I have to put them away then and there’. Vacuuming is my pet hate, while Amber says she’d clean a toilet before she’d wash the dishes! Socks are the bane of Lisa’s life. ‘Sometimes I feel like all the socks in our house are odd,’ she said. ‘I just know there is a place somewhere where all the single socks are hiding, partying away because they never have to do the hard work of being put on feet!’ But Lisa figures there are many worse things in life than odd socks. I can’t disagree. ‘I didn’t even think it was a thing until my daughter Ava mentioned other people have matching socks,’ Lisa laughed. ‘I just told her, “Life’s too short!”’

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