Mom used to spend time cleaning. Not a lot, but enough. She cleaned vigorously, not because she was obsessed, she just saw it as necessary and she didn’t like dirt.
She was good at clearing out things, tidying up and keeping a neat and tidy place.
In the early stages of dementia, she often packed and unpacked. And she started hanging onto stuff instead of throwing it away. Her surroundings became crowded with things, and that in turn made the packing and unpacking worse.
Anyway, as a child, I hated being roped in to help clean, and I suppose over time I learnt to tolerate some degree of mess and dirt. But I do try to keep up with cleaning, and am hopeful that someday I will do better. Pat on the back for myself as I tackled the fan. I am fortunate not to have severe dust allergies.