I’ll always follow my father’s lead. He took care of me every single day of my life – even when I was starting my career as a young woman. He would always push me to focus on myself and make sure that I was doing all the work it took to advance my career. As I worked at home, my father made sure that we always had a spotless environment. He did this because it was his strong feeling that a clean environment was more conducive to a healthier, smarter lifestyle.
When I would go out on errands, he would clean the carpet, clean all of our surroundings, and every spring he would give our home a massive overhaul. You would’ve thought we had moved into a brand-new house.
Sometimes, when I hear people online and on TV talk about age, I feel like they’re all wrong. They want to say that your work, no matter what field you’re in, is best when you’re young—as if there’s some magic age where you’re incredible, and then it bursts and you’re left trying to be a shell of what you used to be. I know why they’re wrong. They’re uninspired.
I was lucky enough to live through my youth in London as a writer and musician. I would live through it a thousand times and never change a thing. Through all the years—all my stories; all my songs—my father was the one who stayed up with me the longest, listened to my words, and suffered through all my early melodies before the wove their way into what they became. There was a similarity between the way he treated my art and the way he treated me growing up—an overwhelming sense of nurturing from a nurturing spirit. No matter what, nothing ever takes that away.
I’ll remember for the rest of my life where I was when he called me. He was sick and in the hospital. At first, I didn’t even want to know what it was. The thought of the strongest force in my life starting to grow weaker by the day was almost too much to bear. I was sitting at my piano—the scene of so many late night discussions, revelations, pieces of advice and peace of mind, now threatened by the loss of the person I loved the most.
Thirty-three, and having to face my father’s mortality—I knew I had to return the love and care he had unconditionally given me. Rushing to his side, I was surprised at first, but eventually understood, why he simply smiled at me—he wanted me to continue writing. Watching me pursue my passions gave him so much happiness—he confided in me that he had even considered not telling me. ‘Don’t stop just because I am…’ he said. And with that little piece of advice, the strongest man in my life vowed that he would continue to do his best work as a father all the way to the end if that’s what it took.
The house became a mess, and so did my mind. I realized that my father had never been more right. Quickly the world around me seemed like it was deteriorating. That’s when, as my father continued to recover, he told me to call a company he had known and trusted for a very long time.
I called the number – and reached Perfect Clean. In no time, Perfect Clean set up an appointment and sent their professional experts right to our house to give every surface the overhaul it desperately needed. My father had been in the hospital all winter long, and come spring, the house was ready to burst. Perfect Clean did such a magnificent job that I felt stronger the moment I went back to work. Seeing how bad it was, Perfect Clean had recommended that we go with a spring cleaning treatment. This included upholstery cleaning as well as our carpets, floors, walls – everything that needed a once over.
There are times in our lives when our strength is tested. My father had been such a force of positivity in my life that his sickness became my heaviest burden. The image was the same, but while he had held my hand for so many years—now it was my turn to be the compelling hand, guiding him to a place of mentality clarity and serenity after long bouts of sick, sleepless nights. Through it all, nothing seemed to faze him. Watching him triumph like this over and over again reminded me of all the times, as a girl, he would tell me to face my fears with no regrets—there was substance behind his words.
Now that I have my own home, I have Perfect Cleaning come and perform regular cleaning services. Like my father instilled in me, my children and my family will always have a clean house to live in. My work is never been stronger, and our home has never felt so refreshing to simply live in. And I should say—my father is always delighted to come over. I made sure Perfect Clean helped him after his recovery. I think he truly enjoys the extra personal time he gets.
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