I have spent the majority of the evening/afternoon excavating the understairs cupboard. Another 2 black binbags full of stuff are leaving. One is heading charity-shopwards, and the other is heading recycling/binwards. It feels good for the soul, ridding yourself of crap that has been weighing you down.
I feel horribly guilty for making Mal live like this. He is less tolerant of mess than me. And I have made him live like this for 6 years. I have been so lazy and rather than making the decision to get rid at the time - have stashed away 6 years' worth of unwanted crap that I couldn't be bothered to deal with until now.
I have the kitchen drawers in my sights tomorrow.
Then next week I am going to tackle the bedroom. It doesn't sound like much, but the bedroom is arguably the worst of it all. It's just got mountains of crap in there that we put there in times of panic-tidying, on the grounds that nobody ever needs to go into our bedroom except us. It's embarrassing. I have actually avoided having people over to the house as it's been in such a shit state. I have rinsed out all of my friends' hospitality too much. I usually turn up with cake or somesuch so it doesn't feel like I am completely freeloading.
After the kitchen drawers are done, then I need to knock the dining room into shape a bit - I have put things in there that are intended to go there - I just need to find places for them now.
I ache all over. I think I might have overdone it a teensy bit. I shall find out tonight/tomorrow depending on how crap a night's sleep I have and how much I can't move in the morning!
I might have to delay the kitchen drawers by a couple of days in that case... hmm...
