I've just wiped down some paintwork. I cheated and used wipes, and it felt a bit cheap, but it meant that the evidence of small boys was more or less mostly removed from the internal doors downstairs. I haven't managed miracles. I have managed to get things slightly better. I'm going to have to make a small bowl of water and cloth a more regular feature. To be honest, I think washing up liquid in water would have done a better job. The only exception is light switches. I like to use wipes for those.
The house is still a tip, but not quite so much of one. I am cautiously optimistic. By Christmas the house will be fit to be seen. Unfortunately the funeral will be before then, but they can take me as they find me.
I've pulled out the cross stitch. I don't know whether my eyes will hold up, but I find it so soothing and calming. I won't finish anything, of course, but I'll enjoy it.