It's been a fairly hectic few weeks.
Mainly we've been girding our loins to start the 'upstairs makeover' which is now three years overdue, starting with our tired, outdated shower room. It's taken since the beginning of this year to get some quotes. Some plumbers simply didn't even respond to our request for an estimate, others came and measured up but then didn't actually provide one. In the end it came down to two, both of whom were very personable, but one quote was better (not necessarily cheaper) and we were impressed by his manner, so Friday morning he called round to firm up the details and he'll be making a start at the beginning of May.
So we now have a deadline to work to, and as regular readers will know, nothing else galvanises me into action quite like a deadline.
Over the next (quick calculation.... add ten, carry the one, deduct the number you first thought of)....errrmmm.... 7 weeks, we aim to de-clutter like de-cluttering ninjas. PP is going to work through her TWO wardrobes of clothes, and I'm going to work through my SEVERAL bookcases of double-stacked books and we're going to be #RUTHLESS.
All those clothes that haven't fitted for 10 years but have been kept in the vain hope that they might one day fit again.....
All those books that are stacked two deep on bookshelves, some of which remain unread.
All those boxes of random 'stuff' which we can't quite bring ourselves to get rid off.
All those bits of computer equipment (including two desktop pc towers long defunct) which have been kept 'just in case'.
All that paperwork from the year dot.... old insurance policies long expired, bank statements for 10 years ago, guarantees and instruction manuals for items which we no longer have.
All those arcane widgets, reciprocating flange sockets and odd bits of things, about which we have no clue where they came from, let alone what they're for.
7 weeks to de-clutter and regain lost space.... can it be done?