I went to the mill shop t'other day and bought plastic see through shoe boxes, a couple of huge see through plastic containers, some fabric cubes with a blackboard on one side so's I can write on what's inside [haven't decided yet; chalk perhaps!] and a packet of wipes for cleaning the loo. They're actually for work [the loo wipes] but I thought I'd try one and it's pretty good so I may keep it for myself. My spring cleaning is like the mad hatters tea party or painting the forth bridge..it does on and on forever but nothing ever looks any cleaner or tidier. But it makes me happy
. I curl up in a corner, hampsterlike at the end of the day with a book and radio 6 on ready to start again the following morning. I saw a comedian at our village hall a few years back who joked about how his wife was always rearranging the house, tidying things up and putting things in different places and then forgetting where everything was, and I realised I wasn't alone. I did actually fit a new lock to one of the kitchen doors today which has taken about 6 months to do; I would like to feel immensly proud of myself but annoyingly the S.O. had to help me because it needed some male strength to get the screws in [and he also went back to his house to get some decent screws which is even more annoying].