My Chemical Romance: Why I Broke Up with Toxic Cleaning
Cleaning was my first love. As a teenager, it swooped in like a knight in shining armour, bringing control and order to the chaos. With music blasting out of my 5 Disc CD Player and a duster at the ready I would spend hours engulfed in the fumes of Flash, CIF & Mr Sheen for the satisfaction I got from sparkling surfaces. The thrill didn't stop there. With a merry-go-round of latest products to discover - you know the type that promised to wipe all your problems away, candy-coloured with a scent that would stick around forever. But like most first loves, it wasn't to last. As I got into my twenties, and like most twenty-somethings do, became more conscious of not just myself but the...