In 2012, our annus horribilis, when Fester’s brother dropped dead, we were in the middle of having a loft extension done, which involved a lot of upheaval and shift stuff around the house, then we brought a load of stuff up from Sheffield as it was easier to sort it out here than there.
Today I must sort out the boys' room for the new beds arriving tomorrow.
Thing is all the stuff from the airing cupboard and loads of stuff from Sheffield have been dumped in there, plus all their stuff.
Quart into pint pot job again.
Feel as if I've been doing the sorting and packing bit of moving house since
July without actually getting or going anywhere.
AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGJJJJJJHHHHH!
So I rush upstairs because I've heard Will Fixit's phone ring followed by shouts of "Ben - Ben" only to find Ben the roofer's phone has 'phoned his phone on speed dial independently without Ben knowing about it!
I'm hoovering the bedroom and telling himself quite firmly that if socks are not on his feet they should either be in the drawer clean or in the laundry basket dirty not getting in my way on the floor and what about all these bloody shoes cluttering the place as well -
when he looks at his feet and says
"Oh I've just noticed, I put odd
shoes on this morning"
I know he didn't get up until 10 but this was half past 3 in the afternoon.
Mrs Leftfoot You were doing WHAT???????? (I think we both need to get out more!... Hoovering,,cleaning dustbins........ where's it going to end?) xxxxxx
I don't want to worry anyone but I saw a gritter and snowplough on Coach Lane this evening
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