Sorted

Well now, do you remember me telling you about naked midnight housework? or naked furniture re-arranging? I have indulged in both of these extreme sports recently and I feel so much better for it.

Today my cleaner came to sort out the mess that is my flat - I'm not showing off here, having a cleaner is part and parcel of the flat (although I pay her) and helps the school ensure it's furniture is looked after, in fact one of her duties is 'sofa maintenance'. As I was tidying up - she cleans so it's up to me to keep things tidy - I realised that I hated the way everything was just piled up on small tables (of which I have a surfeit) and that things were only going to get worse once I restart the DELTA.

With this in mind, I went shopping. Now you know me, I don't shop for pleasure. However, give me a goal and shopping becomes a delight. Today it was wonderful, I didn't manage to buy everything I wanted but what I did buy was perfect. And that little piece of perfection was a bookcase.

I had to assemble it myself which meant lots of screwing wood screws into wood - with no pre-drilled receiving holes. This was followed by lots of moving piles of paper, files, books etc off of the small tables and onto the bookcase, a process which included cleaning or discarding things.

I quite like throwing things away. I didn't used to, I used to be a bit of a hoarder (you never know when it's going to come in useful) and my parents will tell you the horror story of leaving Poland, but age and experience have shown me that it's extremely unlikely that things will come in useful and that there's only so much scrap paper you should keep.

My hands are now sore but my living room is now sorted, neat and tidy. I'm so much happier because of it.