More nesting
Odd this nesting lark, isn’t it? Here I am, scooching round on crutches, and I get the urge to clean the living room. And I don’t just mean run the vac round and hoof all the papers and books into a gap in the corner. I mean, duster and polish and attack the glass doors, fire surround, tv and cabinet, bookshelves… and then, of course, get terribly sidetracked. Not reading the damn things, but sorting them out! I desperately need another bookshelf (I have three of these in the living room, and want another to go next to the cabinet in the old dining room), so to prove my point to James, I’ve taken all the stacks of books off the tops of the rows of books and made a new pile of ‘books that need a new home’. And then dusted and polished the shelves before resorting the rows. It actually looks tidy in there. And the big stack of books, mags and papers that lurked on the corner table has gone - I found a nearly new man-size box of tissues under all that! Slightly flat, but still perfectly useable.
And I’ve cleared off the dining table so we can all actually sit and eat at it without the threat of a paper avalanche. I really don’t know what’s happening to me. I’m obviously being taken over by some kind of alien force (albeit a small-ish one).
Now if only that Force was strong enough to compel me to clear off the side unit in the kitchen…
