I'm currently preparing to move out of my current house, and to make sure I get my deposit back I'm cleaning like a madman. I'm washing down walls, cleaning skirting, hoovering and dusting everything in every single room (my housemates failed to do their own rooms effectively). It's a 4 bedroomed house. Generally I'd think this was normal, hetrosexual behaviour to make sure Â£350 of beer tokens are returned to their rightful owner (me). However I'm starting to enjoy it a bit too much. I'm taking pride in the cleanliness, you can smell the fresh air, wipe any surface with a white glove and generally everything is hunky dory. I've even dived behind the cooker - taking on furry beasts the like of which man has never seen. This sudden enjoyment and pride has me concerned that I am indeed a poof - or a woman. Which is it? On a side note this kind of housework is far harder than any BPFA etc, I'm sweating like a blind lesbian in a fish shop, my arms and back are knackered. A suggestion for the MoD is that instead of 44 press ups you should now be made to hoover an eight metres squared room in under 2 minutes with one of those crappy henry things - including moving two sofas.