I think I said ” Get OUT!” about a hundred times in the course of getting the pantry unjumbled. Jack, offering to help declutter. Samantha, laser-eyed defender of the pantry Continue reading In which my cats are very helpful
Tonight’s effort focused on clearing up the prime dumping ground of the house. I must confess I haven’t completely finished dealing with it yet as some of the detritus ended up on the kitchen table to be sorted through later and put away elsewhere. I guess that’s what I’ll be doing tomorrow. Before: After: No wonder it ends up like it does. You walk in through the front door and there’s all that empty flat space and you think “surely it can’t hurt to put this stuff down there just for the moment?” and then before you know it you’re … Continue reading The front hall
Hosted by Mrs4444. My mind isn’t so much fragmented as mush at the moment, it’s been kind of a long week, but I’ve fished out a few bits and bobs to share. For more end of week shrapnel head on over to Half-Past Kissin’ Time! ***** On Tuesday I had my 3rd singing lesson and my teacher said nice things to me. So I guess I’m not completely delusional and there might be some point to this exercise. Who knows, one day I might even be fit to be heard in public. I’m really enjoying the lessons and the practicing, … Continue reading Friday Fragments
This morning I went with my Mum to see the counsellor that she’d seen a few times when things had got a bit too much after she and my Dad parted company. We made the appointment a couple of months ago at a point when I was feeling very concerned about David, worried about my dad and Adam’s mum and had begun to feel very much like I had when Tom was very young and Adam had been traveling every second week and I had ended up on anti-depressants for a while. I’m a little less immediately worried about David … Continue reading Asking for help
I kept falling asleep on the lounge with my laptop on my knee last night as I tried to slog my way through the stuff that needed to be done by this morning. I ended up going to bed for real at 4:30am after doing about 4 hours actual work and experiencing several unsatisfactory involuntary naps. When I got up at 7:00am I was, as one might imagine, a little worse for wear. I then went to work for 4.5 hours (and finished the stuff that was urgently needed and had appreciative things said to me by my boss), came … Continue reading Token effort
Right at this very minute I am blogging, eating dessert and playing Star Munchkin with the family. Before doing this I did my declutter of the day while Adam cooked dessert, Tom practiced his flute, David cleaned up from dinner and Caitlin got changed for bed and put her laundry on. The Enjo and stuff cupboard and after…strangely roomy. When I’ve finished blogging and one of the family has managed to kill enough space monsters to win the game I will be settling in to an exciting evening of doing about 5 hours work that until this afternoon I thought … Continue reading Multi-tasking
I don’t know why I thought this would be a quick job. Two hours I spent sorting through, re-folding and organising these cupboards. And that’s without dealing with the random piles of stuff strewn around our bedroom and draped over the gym equipment. Oh well, it’s better than nothing. Before After What you can’t see in those photos is that the larger cupboard also had a whole heap of stuff piled up on top of it and the top is now clear. Let’s see how long that lasts shall we? Continue reading The linen cupboards
Today we began the first step in the process of getting our house under control and ready for renovations and, hopefully, extensions. We’re starting by moving the communal study (3 computer desks) from its current home in one of the upstairs bedrooms to the room downstairs that has until now been Adam’s study. Adam’s study is also the wine cellar and had been used as a storage space for some of our various hobbies as well. There was one point a while back when simply getting in through the door had become quite a challenge. Adam had already cleared a … Continue reading Less talk, more action
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