Indeed, I am a landlord (or landlady, but I don’t have the bosom for it). Roses has moved in next door. She claims to be going through a mid-life crisis, but we all know really that she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to live with me. Who in their right mind would?
In other news.
That was yesterday. Here it is now –
It is being removed on Saturday and a new one brought, because we are starting to clear the big workshop. This evening, because I had a little unhappy blip about what is still to be done, Roses reminded me that I’ve been talking about decluttering for years and begging Russell to deal with things, but he never really tried. I suppose it was too big a job, the thought of it overwhelmed him. We did make a start last year – or maybe it was the year before – and filled one skip, but then the attempt petered out. I mustn’t lose momentum, I’m really anxious at the thought of this still dominating my life in years to come. Thanks to darling Weeza, who is giving up her Saturdays to help me, we are making some headway already.
I like the space and order when “stuff” has gone….but the actual sorting-through-and-chucking-out has me jibbering.
We’ve got a toilet and wash basin on our driveway. Dream of having our own skip!
Has the cottage got Roses climbing up the wall?
Is that cuboid at the front left of the skip the fuel tank for an old car? It looks exactly like one I saw at an autojumble recently for £90…
If there are any old car parts amidst the chaos, they have huge value.
Good luck!
I have huge admiration for how much you have done already.
Just after my Mother died, we hired a skip and my Father and assorted helpers filled it with useless crap the my Mother had hoarded in the loft!! Broken hoovers, tvs, toasters, all my school work, a multitude of suitcases full of junk!
WHAT IS IT WITH KEEPING BROKEN STUFF?!!!
It’s just an old metal box with holes in it. Don’t worry.