Mrs Amberland, who I lived with shortly, was a hard core clean freak. Her laundry had a scent of meadow flowers, she ironed diligently every wrinkle, collar and sleeve. Clothes were folded carefully, organized by color and piled up neatly on their place. Every speck of dust and dirt was washed off, no corner left out. The house was always ready for happenings and yet … Continue reading ANTS