During my time as a cleaner, I learned a lot about which products were worth saving and splurging on. A good mop? Splash the cash! Glass and metal cleaners? Not so much.

That’s because in my experience, specially-designed glass sprays leave streaks and a thin film behind. As window cleaning services Window Hero write, “Many store-bought cleaners leave behind… soap or chemicals.

“If this residue isn’t thoroughly rinsed, it dries on the glass and causes streaks.”

Instead, I use what I’ve since seen other cleaners swear by: good ol’ washing up liquid, and/or white vinegar.

In an Instagram Reel, cleaning influencer Jessica May showed a video of her using a Dishmatic full of washing-up liquid and white vinegar on her windows.

“Mix equal part[s] dish soap and white vinegar… lightly scrub this over your windows, use a squeegee and voila. I also used a microfibre cloth to remove any excess water from the bottom of the window,” she wrote.

Personally, I’d ditch the Dishmatic: I’d worry that it’d leave far too much product on the surface itself, which could put you at the same streak risk as using a window spray. “If too much cleaning agent is used in the solution, a greasy film can form on the window,” said cleaning product company Karcher.

But as for the ingredients themselves, cleaning company Wecasa said that around a half-teaspoon of washing-up liquid per 500ml of water is ideal for greasy marks.

Meanwhile, a 1:1 ratio of white vinegar to water sprayed on a glass surface is great for everyday dirt.

Karcher agreed with both approaches, though they warned you’ll want to cover any marble sills or nearby surfaces if you’re using vinegar, as it can damage the surface.

And Tradesman Saver wrote that “While there are many commercial glass cleaners available, professional cleaners often prefer simple, homemade solutions,” including one made with one part water, one part white vinegar, and a few “optional” drops of washing-up liquid.

Other ways to achieve a streak-free clean include thoroughly rinsing windows with clean water after applying soaps and wiping them clean with a lint-free microfibre cloth.

Whether you’re using a spray, vinegar, or washing-up liquid, don’t use too much: this is what can leave a film behind.

And try to avoid cleaning windows on sunny days. That can make liquids dry far too fast, leaving residue behind.

It’s been announced that Helena Bonham Carter will no longer be appearing in the upcoming fourth season of The White Lotus.

However, just over a week after production got underway, US broadcaster HBO announced that Helena would no longer be taking part in the new episodes.

“With filming just underway on Season 4 of The White Lotus, it had become apparent that the character which Mike White created for Helena Bonham Carter did not align once on set,” a spokesperson said.

“The role has subsequently been rethought, is being rewritten and will be recast in the coming weeks.”

“HBO, the producers and Mike White are saddened that they won’t get to work with her, but remain ardent fans and very much hope to work with the legendary actress on another project soon,” the statement concluded.

In their reporting on the matter, Deadline cited undisclosed “sources” who claimed that Helena had already filmed several scenes when The White Lotus creator Mike White – who also writes and directs the show – “felt that her character as originally conceived was not what it should be”.

This isn’t the first time a White Lotus has been recast once production is already up and running.

Early on in the process of making season three, Charlotte Le Bon was brought in to replace Francesca Corney in the role of Chloe.

Francesca had already been flown out to Thailand and had spent time with the rest of the cast, when it was announced that her role was being recast, reportedly due to the fact that producers wanted Chloe to come across as slightly older.

Woody Harrelson was also supposed to play a pivotal role in season three, with reports claiming he pulled out due to a pay dispute.

The three-time Oscar nominee later clarified that he’d actually withdrawn as filming would have clashed with a pre-planned family holiday, which is how he came to be replaced in the project by Sam Rockwell.

Other stars confirmed to be appearing in the fourth season of The White Lotus include Kumail Nanjiani and Black Swan’s Vincent Cassel, Max Greenfield, Heather Graham and Sandra Bernhard.

Mike White previously teased that the new season would be centred around questions about fame, and will be set during the Cannes Film Festival.

You’ve finally saved up a little money. You have a stable living situation. It’s been a long time coming, but you’re finally ready to do the most grown-up thing possible: Take care of someone other than yourself.

The next step is crystal clear. Time to start looking for your dream dog. For many of us, that means heading to the local shelter to rescue a scrappy little companion whose life you can enrich with treats, long evening walks and the most vigorous of belly rubs.

First of all, cheers to you for choosing a shelter over a breeder or pet store. So many experienced pet parents — including us, Raj Punjabi-Johnson and Noah Michelson, co-hosts of HuffPost’s Am I Doing it Wrong? podcast — can attest to the joy of giving a rescue a great home.

And if you have a preference for a certain breed, you’re in luck. Contrary to popular belief, shelters house every kind of dog. “We recently posted a gray poodle named Izzy on our social media, and she has this frou-frou gray hairdo,” said Rachel Ziering, founding executive director of Muddy Paws rescue and pet adoption expert, on this week’s episode. “We get poodles, we get Shih-Tzus, we get maltipoos — and we get puppies. So it might take a little longer [to get] whatever you’re looking for, but we do get all kinds of dogs.”

So dream big (literally, if you want a huge dog, please check out Zeiring’s unbearably sweet 162-lb. foster pup Earl, who also made an appearance on this episode). And when you think you’ve found your new bestie, remember to ask these questions to ascertain whether the dog will be a good fit — because the goal, after all, is to gallop off into the sunset together and live slobberly ever after.

Straight out of the gate, Ziering suggested, you should ask about the pup’s temperament. Are they very outgoing or a bit of an introvert? Are they anxious or generally unbothered? These are important personality traits of a pet that will help you decide if they will be able to comfortably acclimate to your lifestyle.

“And then in terms of medical, you’re going to want to make sure the dog has all of its basic vaccines and testing and all of that stuff,” Ziering added, “which any reputable shelter is going to be doing.”

You also want to ask about the dog’s social behaviour around other animals — especially if you live in a city. In this case, she says, you’re really going to need a dog who can kind of tolerate and get around in busy, heavily populated streets. “Have you seen the dog with other dogs? Have you seen the dog with cats?” Ziering prompted. “And usually the answer is no there. But in a foster-based rescue, sometimes the answer is yes.”

In terms of what you should ask yourself before signing those adoption papers, Ziering advises taking into consideration your own social and travel habits to making sure you’re able to really give your new pet the attention and care they require. “If you don’t feel like you’re in a good place to give a dog or cat a forever home, foster,” she added. “It’s beautiful. We need fosters more than anything. We can’t take dogs from shelters unless we know that we have a foster home for them.”

On this episode, we also talk to Ziering about why certain pets end up at shelters to begin with, and all the ways we can help a new pet feel comfortable and safe, so click here to hear the full episode or listen wherever you get your podcasts.

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If you’re anything like us, you’re completely obsessed with sleep RN. And we don’t blame you – life is busy, our brains are constantly wired, and all we want is a good night’s sleep to get us through the week.

Things get even more complicated when we reach the warmer months: waking up with the light, sweating through the night, and having to wash our sheets every few days to make up for it.

If there’s anything that can stop us from running hot at night, we’re all over it.

So when we heard that Simba – the company renowned for its unbeaten mattresses, pillows, and duvets – had launched a fresh bedding collection, we were the first to jump into bed. Yep, Simba didn’t even have to take us out for dinner first!

Intended to ‘redefine the sleep environment’ the launch is made up of six temperature-regulating fabrics, including Tencel, linen, muslin, and cotton (percale, waffle, and Egyptian, don’t you know!).

No matter what kind of texture you’re into, there’s something for everyone – you could even mix and match!

While it might be on the pricier side, each fabric is intended to adapt to different temperatures so you don’t have to keep switching up your bedding with each season (so really you’re saving money).

You can also choose from seven new colours – our faves are the dusty rose and oat cappuccino – to layer for the ultimate cosy cocoon.

Whether you’re looking for fresh pillowcases, sheets, or a new set entirely, this is our pick of Simba’s latest bedding release.

For Labour, the elections on May 7 have been looming on the horizon like a giant, immovable iceberg for months.

Every opinion poll tells the same story: voters in England, Scotland and Wales are preparing to deliver an unforgiving verdict on Keir Starmer’s first 22 months in power.

Up to 2,000 council seats are set to be lost, while the SNP will romp to another victory at Holyrood and Labour will lose a Welsh election for the first time in the party’s history.

After another hellish week for the prime minister dominated by the latest developments in the Peter Mandelson scandal, many at Westminster now think that the sheer scale of Labour’s humiliation will finally trigger moves to remove Starmer from Downing Street.

“I suspect the people round Keir know it’s coming to an end,” said one senior Labour figure. “He only has a few supporters left – they can surely see the writing on the wall?”

An idea gaining traction in some quarters is that, to end the speculation about his future, Starmer should announce when he plans to stand down.

“Post-May, MPs will start saying Keir has to set out a timetable for going,” said one proponent.

“Labour can’t make the mistakes the Democrats made in America. Joe Biden left it too late to go and helped usher in Trump. Keir is helping to usher in Nigel Farage.

“He should announce he’s going in the next 12 months to allow an orderly transition to a new Labour prime minister.

“He can then focus on legacy issues he cares about for final year. That would allow a new leader to be in place by summer 2027.”

Of course, Starmer would need to be amenable to such a scenario, and there is little sign that a man who came to Westminster relatively late in life has any desire to call it quits less than two years after becoming PM.

HuffPost UK has also learned that Downing Street officials plan to mount an “Operation Save Starmer” in the aftermath of May 7 to try and keep their boss in his job.

Another significant flaw in the plan to oust the PM is that any new leader would be under intense pressure to call an early general election, possibly as soon as next year.

“You couldn’t have a new leader coming in with an entirely different policy prospectus and not go to the country,” said one Labour insider. “The public simply wouldn’t wear it.”

For those Labour MPs who are all-but guaranteed to lose their seats, a general election in 2027 is not an attractive prospect.

Others are less certain of Starmer’s imminent demise, however, pointing to the fact that the PM’s critics cannot agree on his replacement.

“Nothing’s going to happen until the cabinet can agree on who should take over,” said a Labour veteran.

Defence secretary John Healey has his supporters, while foreign secretary Yvette Cooper – who stood for the leadership in 2015 – is said to be taking soundings from Labour MPs.

“Yvette is definitely sniffing around it,” said an insider. “There’s some talk of her doing a deal with Wes [Streeting], which could see him become her chancellor.”

Of course, Streeting has not given up his leadership ambitions, although one party grandee said the health secretary’s own links to Mandelson mean his hopes of becoming PM are now “done”.

Angela Rayner’s ongoing entanglements with His Majesty’s Revenue and Customs over her tax affairs would appear to rule out any leadership challenge in the short-term.

Andy Burnham’s enduring popularity with the public – a rarity for a senior Labour politician these days – means he is favoured by many MPs.

“The Burnham train has left the station and everybody will be clambering to get on it,” an MP told HuffPost UK.

But until he can find a way back to Westminster – he is believed to have his eye on Peter Dowd’s Bootle seat – his leadership hopes remain on hold.

“I think the best way to describe the current situation is ‘stuck’,” said one source. “But the election results are going to be disastrous and that could trigger a response – that could be the thing that unsticks it.”

One MP who remains supportive of Starmer said his removal was “not going to happen”.

“There could be a reshuffle, but nothing more,” the MP said. “None of the contenders is able to move right now.”

A cabinet minister conceded “it’s been a bad week” for Starmer, but insisted the speculation about his future was “overdone”.

“It was aways going to be difficult local elections period, but I really don’t think there’s a huge desire for change or a settled view on what any change would be.

“The point of changing is that the person with whom you replace the prime minister is definitely better than him. Who is that person?”

A government source said the growing campaign to oust the PM could provoke its own backlash.

He said: “I think a lot of MPs will take a dim view of what is a concerted campaign to push out a Labour prime minister, and that could lead to a ‘rally round the flag’ moment.

“If the question is who can best lead this country through a geopolitical crisis and has the gravitas to manage all these conflicts, I think Keir is pretty much the best answer to that question.

“John and Yvette are undoubtedly very capable people, but I think Keir is a better answer that Streeting, Rayner and Burnham.

“Of course it’s been a really difficult week, but I don’t think it’s going to change anything fundamentally.

“I don’t think any of the other candidates can answer the question of would they be better, or how can they manage a transition process to a new PM that doesn’t knock us out of government for a generation.”

Another insider said there was a far more pragmatic reason for the other leadership contenders not to move against Starmer just yet.

“If I was Angie or Wes looking at the economic fallout of the Iran war, I’d think that getting into power this summer looks much less appetising than it did six months ago when we were looking at a growing economy, falling NHS waiting lists and falling inflation,” they said.

“If it were me I’d be thinking ‘do I want to be in charge now’.”

The PM’s spokesman stretched credulity on Friday when he told reporters that his boss will be in charge until the next election and beyond.

“He’s very focused on the job,” the spokesman said. “He will continue to lead the government throughout this parliament and beyond.

“He’s got a huge amount of work to do, the governments got a huge amount of work to do.

“We’ve set out a significant programme of domestic reform, including bringing down NHS waiting lists, tackling the cost of living and investing in security and defence. That’s where the prime minister is fully focused.”

Few truly believe that Starmer will still be prime minister by the time of the next election.

But it is by no means certain that May 7 will trigger an unstoppable chain of events which will see him depart No.10 within weeks.

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The first time a kid in my kindergarten class asked, “Is that your grandfather?” when my dad dropped me off at school, embarrassment consumed me.

My dad didn’t look like the other dads; what little hair he had was silvering, and he had deep wrinkles that sank into his face.

I remember the stubborn certainty of being six years old and wanting to blend in.

“I don’t want you to walk me into school anymore,” I told my dad.

I didn’t yet have the language for difference. I only understood sameness, who matched and who didn’t. I just wanted to fit in.

“Please? I’ll walk you to your classroom door quietly,” he asked,

But I was firm, saying: “No. Just wait here. I can go by myself.”

He slid my Little Mermaid backpack onto my tiny shoulders. Just as I reached the front gate, I turned around to see his worn Gucci loafers, thick-rimmed reading glasses and pomaded hair. He blew a kiss in my direction, and I waved to show I’d made it safely – eager to hurry him along.

I’m the only product of my dad’s second marriage (and his second divorce). With two half-siblings 20 years older than me, I grew up as an only child. I vacillated between worshipping him as the creator of all fun (he’d play Talking Heads while I jumped on the bed) to treating him as a humiliating, old appendage. His inevitable extinction was always on the horizon, and it scared me.

Today, walking up the brick staircase of my childhood home, I reach the front door, painted green now instead of red. To my right, under the mail slot, is an opaque garbage bag. I can make out a heap of Depends and baby wipes inside.

As footsteps approached the front door, I brushed the small pearls of sweat gathering at the nape of my neck. Returning home always unsettles me.

“Hi, come on in. He’s just taking a nap,” his caregiver smiles at me.

I spent 18 years in this house, and every college break after, and now it feels like an echo of what it used to be. The dining room is lined with boxes of bottled water and Ensure, and the table is piled high with mail and old newspapers.

As I make my way to the den, I see my father, now 91, lying back in his chair. Our 54-year age difference feels wider than ever. I know he has a feeding tube, though I can’t see it beneath the pile of blankets on his lap.

“Hi, Daddy!” I bellow as I sit beside him. I take his hands in mine and begin to warm them as I try to rouse him from his deep slumber. These were the hands that reached out for me in our pool when he was teaching me how to swim. The hands that once pushed me higher on the yellow Fisher Price swing now seemed tired and weak. His leathery fingers begin to wiggle, and his eyes slowly blink open.

“Hiiiiiiiii,” he croaks.

“Do you know who this is?” his caretaker asks as she begins to lift his recliner.

“A nice lady?” my dad replies through a mouth of decaying yellow teeth. He no longer allows anyone to clean them. As his memory waned, his refusals grew stronger.

I gazed into his hazel eyes. “It’s me, Jordan. Your daughter,” I answer, trying to stay as upbeat as possible while a piece of me disintegrates inside.

This happens every time. The fact that he doesn’t remember me is soul-crushing. How do you introduce yourself to the man who taught you how to play gin rummy? Watching his eyes move across your face as if he’s trying to place you. Realising that the archive of your shared life, birthdays, park adventures and driving lessons, now lives only in you.

It isn’t just that he forgets me. It’s that I remember everything alone.

In 2010, the summer I graduated from college in New York, my father was diagnosed with cancer. He decided to wait until the day after graduation to tell me about his diagnosis so as not to “ruin my big day”.

“The melanoma has spread to a lymph node in my right thigh, so I have to have it removed,” he explained.

“Do you want me to come home for your surgery?” I asked.

“No. I don’t want to disrupt your summer. I’ll be fine,” he replied.

“I really don’t mind. I can take care of you,” I insisted.

“You don’t have to,” he said, and he reached for my hand and held it tightly in his.

Then a familiar feeling swept over me: shame. But this time it was directed not at him, but at myself. I was such an ungrateful daughter. What my dad lacked in youth, he made up for in generous parenting. From crawling around on the floor with me in his dress trousers to doing a one-man singing competition of all the Disney princes, to taking me to see David Bowie in concert, his talents for making me smile were infinite.

And after all the effort and energy he put into my happiness, I’d always wanted to trade him in for a younger model. All I wanted now was to tell him how sorry I was.

“I’ll be there,” I said.

Two weeks later, I was in my childhood kitchen, fixing my dad a plate of egg salad and multigrain toast. Post-surgery, he was on bed rest. During those weeks, I showed him how to reduce his oedema by elevating his legs against the wall (I had just completed my 200-hour yoga teacher training) and brought him green tea. It was the first time I had catered to him since preparing him breakfast-in-bed for Father’s Day in 1995: cottage cheese with half a banana, and coffee with creamer.

During his recovery, I would sit at his bedside and rummage through his keepsake box, pulling out mementos from his past. He would tell me stories of his mother’s victory garden in Boyle Heights and of hiding behind blackout curtains during Japanese bomb scares in World War II.

My father saw The Wizard of Oz when it first came out in theatres and ran out into the lobby, horrified by the Wicked Witch. As a boy, he would listen to Captain Midnight on the radio and flip through Norman Rockwell pictures in the Saturday Evening Post. My father was a rivet in America’s “Golden Years.”

Last year, I had important news to share with him. “Look, Daddy, this is my ring. I’m getting married in just a few months,” I projected as I flicked my wrist back and forth to show him my diamond.

“Wow, congratulations, honey,” he exclaimed as drool began to seep down his chin.

I quickly grabbed one of the many washcloths, the same ones he used to clean me with during bath time, now withered and tattered, just like he was. Through his rosy cheeks and rotting smile, a genuine sweetness radiated.

“Do you want me to read you a story?” I asked.

Going into my childhood bedroom, still filled with my picture books and stuffed animals, but now also lined with his folded laundry, diapers and medicinal lotions. Grabbing Goodnight Moon off the shelf, I thought of how he used to always read it to me.

Now living in London, I come home at least three times a year to see my dad. Sitting for 10.5 hours to fly across the world, I always remind myself that I don’t want any regrets.

As I opened the first page, I looked at him, and the same twinge of bitterness ran through me. A feeling that I always carried. This isn’t fair. Two of my best friends had married just months before, and their fathers walked them down the aisle. That was never in the cards for me.

“OK, here we go,” I said as I opened the first page.

“In the great green room,

“Goodnight stars, goodnight air…”

The lines hung between us, small and delicate, stretching across the decades that separated my father and me. I brushed a kiss over his bald head, feeling the weight of years that we never had together and the fullness of all the ways he had shown up anyway. In the quiet of that moment, I understood how much love can compress a lifetime, even when time itself is limited.

“Goodnight noises everywhere, Dad.”

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