I've dragged everything out from under t'stairs and done a Big Sort. Found loads of interesting things, including the date 'AUGUST1997' that I wrote on the wall in floor paint.
This would be one year before I met Techy!
Another, more useful discovery was my light bulb stockpile. For some reason they used to be sold off for pennies at the local DIY and I invested heavily.
They were in bags and boxes around the place but are now neatly organised by type.
Techy and I each own hefty spotlights which now have their next bulbs taped to their stands ready for action.
It's now time to brave the ordeal of putting everything back.
Oooh! I know all about THOSE days. Shoulda just gone back to bed. It’s a lot safer there too.Today has been one of those days when life feels like a French farce.
I've had a long long week at work and today is my day off, so I decided to do 'nothing'. But the weather is nice so I thought I'd put a load of washing on, whereupon the machine leaked all over the kitchen floor, soaking the huge kitchen rug. So I decided to wash the rug by soaking it in the bath (it was giving off a bit of a pong, presumably it's been getting wet every time the washing machine has been put on, this is just the first time I've noticed). Then I had to haul the soaking wet and enormous rug through the house to hang it outside, leaving a trail of wet floor behind me. So I got the mop and bucket out to clean the floors. And a sheet blew off the line and into the pond, so it will need washing again anyway. Whereupon the machine will leak, etc etc...
So I'm just going to sit here and watch Morse and eat peanut butter chicken. It's the safest way.