Why on earth did I start???

Afternoon all!

Last Wednesday I tackled the Paper Chamber of Doom, aka the office. It looked great by the time I had finished, and when he came home Mr. P was very impressed! The fact that the first comment he made after "Wow!" was "Oh you forgot to clean the computer screen" was neither here nor there, especially as this was followed by a loud "OW!, what the hell was that for?" which I think was caused by a rather unexpected reflex action of my knee, which jerked out with no warning, causing my foot to collide with his shin. It is well known that spending time sitting on the floor sorting through paperwork can result in this unfortunate affliction. (Innocentfaceemoticon)

The doing out of this room caused the piles of shoes, handbags etc in the spare room to grow by an alarming amount. In theory this should have meant that the spare room should have been the next area to be the focus of my attention, however this was not possible, as relocating the shoes to their designated area (the bottom of the large built in cupboard in our bedroom) would involve the emptying of that first

Now, I have completely emptied it. This produced a mixed reaction. First there was joy! So that's where my peep toe black patent platforms with the 5" heels were! This was followed by something between regret and despair, as the clearing out revealed numerous pairs of jeans that I would now struggle to get past my knees

It has also resulted in one hell of a mess in the bedroom which I will have to deal with before I retire with a mug of cocoa and an arrowroot biscuit, unless I fancy joining Oliver Sprout and Digby in curling up on the foot of the bed. Note to self: if this does happen do not try to emulate the position adopted by Digby when completely abandoning oneself to the depths of slumber, as lying on ones back with ones legs both akimbo and in the air whilst gently snoring is not a good look in a middle aged woman.

Then there is all the decision making. Some of it is easy, shoes too scruffy to warrant mending, especially as I haven't got over the shock of how much the last trip to the cobblers cost, others not quite so. Try on, feel ok-ish but not sure if the bunions would hold out for any period of wearing more than an hour, or try on and wonder why you ever thought that red snakeskin high heeled courts were a good idea.

Even worse, open a shoe box and have no memory of buying them at all This could be quite a pleasant surprise, if the shoes in question weren't half a size too small.

And apart from the jeans, I haven't even started assessing the clothes that had been shoved carefully folded and placed in there.

The vague plan was to sort out the bottom of the cupboard, make a home for shoes in it, so that the pile in the spare room had diminished enough to give access to the built in cupboard in that room, sort those, and then go through the clothes hanging in large cupboard in our room to relocate some of them to the cupboard to in the spare room..............

Phoenix wanders off singing "There's a hole in my bucket, dear Liza dear Liza, there's a hole in my.....................