I do sometimes wonder why I work all day as a domestic cleaner, then work most evenings trying to develop the humblestuff cleaning range. I must be a glutton for punishment.

This week has been particularly busy as it also coincided with the annual Scottish Album of the Year award ceremony at the old cinema venue, the ABC in Glasgow’s Sauchiehall Street. I am glad to say that Cinders made it to the ball! The venue had the biggest glitterball that I had ever seen. It was huge! The night was a celebration of the incredible musical talent that is created in Scotland. I can’t imagine how difficult it must be to choose only 10 albums for the final shortlist. And what a shortlist it was this year. A worthy winner was chosen, Kathryn Joseph with her gorgeous album “Bones You Have Thrown Me And Blood I’ve Spilled”. Even Paolo Nutini commented that her album was “spellbinding work”. Praise indeed. I’m just a wee bit sad that the wonderful Happy Meals band didn’t win. However, their tuneful album “Apero” is a winner on my record player.

After all the excitement of the SAY awards, today I was cleaning for one of my wee ladies, who turned 90 earlier in the year. It’s been a busy time for her too, as she has recently moved into sheltered housing. I have been involved with the move as well, helping to pack things for the removal company as well as carrying out a deep clean on the old flat to get it ready for sale. She is settling in well to her new home, especially as she now has a lift. I take it for granted that I can walk up the stairs to her flat while carrying my “bag of tricks” and a Henry Hoover.

Some people with mobility issues have the wet room/shower room instead of a full 3 piece bathroom. I was putting the Soft Paste through it’s paces today cleaning the walk in wet room. The room has lovely white tiles, on the wall that are a breeze to clean, but the textured non-slip floor can be tricky. I decided to try the paste, using it in a solution as well as neat on the more stubborn areas on the floor. I then wiped it try, and was pleased to see that it was looking pretty good.

I left that flat looking really fresh and clean and smelling of French lavender. It’s a great feeling to know that I can play my part in helping someone retain as much independence as possible. I suppose that is the reason why I clean for a living. I make products because the idea came to me while cleaning, and the job allows me the thinking time for the ideas that I can work on when I get home. If that is madness, then lock me up!