It’s the real life today. No time for self indulgence and knitting. Mr L’s holidays have begun and we are knuckling down to a couple of week’s of hard graft.
Already our efforts are showing an effect. We have been to the Recycle Shop this morning with a bootload of stuff – mainly redundant IT equipment such as printers, routers and graphics cards. I even managed to come home without any new additions to the household clutter! Also without the sofa that I was considering buying for my new studio – it has been sold. Luckily, Gill has a backup plan.
Space is emerging in the current-office-soon-to-be-studio and the present-railway-room-soon-to-be-new-office is in the process of being dismantled. There is a big smelly bonfire on the go.
Every now and again I get a small sense of that job-well-done feeling. I love de-cluttering. I don’t like the mess or the dust but I do enjoy the feeling of lightness as the junk goes out of the door.
It’s amazing what turns up during the course of a big clearout. Last night my missing Signature knitting needle turned up. Hurrah! Today I found five rawhide doggie chew bones beneath the juke box…
I just hope that I don’t find any forgotten UFOs to swell the count. That would be awful 🙂
My belated birthday dinner will now be happening tomorrow. We had the fizz last night, in bed with The Commitments (I never fail to enjoy that film) and planned dinner for today but we now both recognise that we shall be hot, tired and dirty by evening.
With a bit of luck, the railway room should be empty by tonight and tomorrow we can begin to move all of Mr L’s work paraphenalia down into that room.
I’m really missing my Dyson. The Polti is OK, but not a patch on the cleaning power of the Dyson. Luckily June is bonus month and we can now see about getting the new one. I shall then have to pledge to use it frequently and maintain a squeaky-clean studio!