Dismal. Productive. Short.
The weather in this country over the weekend was shocking. Managed to get a good walk in but that was it.
We were confined to the house. But with nothing on the telly, what do you do? I reliquished my Sky Sports package two weeks before the end of the season so couldn’t even watch the football.
However, I did the productive bit on Saturday morning.
After seven years or so, I finally managed to put all of my boxes up into the loft. Until now, it had all been stored under the stairs, the one cupboard for storage in the house. All the stuff from the past moves, all my school books and stuff, and also old toys from my childhood.
Well it’s all gone. The cupboard is empty. A whole box of shredding dealt with (mainly school books and stuff) and a few boxes emptied. The rest has been safely stored above.
Before you judge me, I can explain. Seven years is a long time, I agree, but four of those can be accounted for with the reasoning that I didn’t have a big enough ladder. This past weekend I had to borrow a ladder so that I can get the job done. The other years I have no excuse (except laziness).
Now, my recent behaviour does beg a question; what is going on?!
In the past couple of weeks, I have tidied the garden, sorted the shed and now sorted the boxes. I am becoming super domesticated. Why have I started to become house proud?
Maybe I am doing my stint before I pass on the baton…
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