If it's difficult to manage running a small business from home, it's proving to be practically impossible to do so while trying to sell the aforementioned home.
Creative work and minimalism are not happy bedfellows. At least, not in this house they're not. I seem to spend inordinate amounts of time looking for stuff, putting stuff away, getting it out again, then putting it away.....
You get the idea.
However, three viewings in, we've already established a routine. 30 minutes before people arrive, I whizz round downstairs, tidying the kitchen, clearing the desk in the workroom, re-arranging the blankys in Small Dog's basket (which she immediately digs up into an unholy mess again) and making sure the floors are gleaming.
Meanwhile PP whizzes round upstairs, hiding make-up and toiletries, smoothing the beds, checking the bathrooms etc.
We then reconnoitre in the downstairs hall where we both stand very, very still, hardly even daring to breathe lest we inadvertently shed hair or skin cells.
My guided tour commentary is coming along nicely and my initial nervousness has dissipated sufficiently for me to almost enjoy showing people round. Of course it's all still quite a novelty, which I fervently hope doesn't have time to wear off.
In other news, I've been diligently working on the backlog of commissions and am on the final two outstanding orders. This may not sound like much of an achievement, but believe me, in the current circumstances it's nothing short of miraculous!