I’ve been doing some serious tidying today. Amongst other things I emptied the closet-cum-broomcupboard out completely and have been sorting through the contents. I have several big piles of “junk” now, some going in the garbage, some in the paper recycling receptacles and some to charity shops.
It feels good to have gotten this far, problem, of course, is I’m not done yet. At the moment it certainly doesn’t look like I’ve been tidying, it looks as if a bomb has hit the place (more so than usual). And on Saturday my parents are coming for dinner (there will be haggis. Mmmmm) and so I really need to get everything in order by then. Oh well, one more evening and most of Saturday to do it in, I guess.
Voice in my head: Bjørn Eidsvåg – Drømmemann
That’s exactly what happens when I get tidying! So now I try to make myself tody only one shelve at a time, except that doesn’t always work.
Soooo, whatchagonnadoo with all that free space?
(or: what on earth inspired you to set off a bomb in your closet-broomcupboard?)