I have defrosted my freezer (it is now about twice the size it was). I have cleaned my oven. And my hob. And my microwave. Done out the fridge. And the larder. Cleaned the carpets. Even tidied my study. It is sprung-cleaned, my whole house. Although, I should admit, I outsourced most of the process. Festival of freedom? Do me a favour.
My strongest childhood memory is my Mum sitting down on the first seder night, exhausted, although everything was perfect, of course. Freedom? Slavery, more like. It's the festival of let's get the women to clean up, if you ask me.
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