Ah the joy of having my partner home. Our entire bedroom is in pieces at the moment spread throughout the house….why is this I hear you ask? Well what started as a simple: oh let us move this built-in robe from one wall to the other, has now turned into, oh my goodness look what we found when the it came down. And so unpacking all the built-in robes has taken place, and then a trip to the local hardware store, much measuring, and finally the sound of many electrical tools has filled my head for the last few days.
Old damp rot has caused damage to the floor underneath the old built-in wardrobe, and you should see the ceiling. On the way there, we’ve unearthed some truly funky 1950’s wallpaper and paint, and you should have seen the carpet that came out too. You can see light through the floorboards that were underneath the built-in robe, and we have taken precautions to ensure we don’t lose our son down there – the floor is that crumbly. (And don’t get me started on the fact we’re having to corral the indoor only cat, and keep her from exploring the underneath of the house….)
Last year it was my partner taking out the kitchen cupboards only to discover that the old hot water system had leaked all through the kitchen wall, and leaving the entire wall of the house supported by the plaster board and the outside vinyl cladding. So thankfully we’re experienced with this sort of chaos.
But the thing is, now I have unpacked all the cupboards, I look around now as I type and think, how could we have this much stuff? And do we really need all of it? I’ve filled bags now of things to take to the local opportunity shop, and still I’m surrounded by things…..
So after I finish here, think of me sitting there, sorting, and organising and donating, goods that I should have gotten rid of years ago.