Right, I said. I turned off the heating. I took off my jumper (I know!!!! and it’s only April!! ) Now I can’t get all warm and lazy. Time for a kick up my own rear
The tiny bedroom where I have my desk has a set of built-in shelves (which is partly what makes the room so small – I can just squeeze my desk between them and the bunkbeds ) and I’ve put all our boxes of archives on them. And you know how you pull stuff out and then you never quite get round to putting it back in the right place … … and then there are all the things you never quite know where to put …
ANYWAY. I started Marching Around and Pulling Stuff Out and Making Piles. And I discovered that if I really tried much harder, I could get the boxes on fewer shelves. Hey Presto! Finally … I have shelves for my everyday filing and writing and church stuff. And stuff.
And my bin is very, very full.
So full that I have been sneaking into Hub’s room and stealthily stuffing my rubbish into his bin
Ssh. He hasn’t noticed. Yet.
But ohhh – my lovely tidy shelves – !