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Confused? Welcome to my world. I seem to have mislaid a day this week. On Monday I spent the day finishing off de-cluttering our bedroom and giving it a deep clean, from top to bottom (I’ve never hoovered a ceiling before!). I am so pleased with myself, now it’s done. It’s quickly become my favourite room in the house. Like all the rooms in our house, it’s long and narrow, with the window to the front. Our bedroom is big enough to split into two separate areas. Read the rest of this entry »

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The really nice thing about de-cluttering is that you can buy new clutter! Well, no, not really. I have been thinking about our windowsills though. We live in a very old house. Over 400 years ago it was Bramley Hall and in the early 1900s it was a bit of a ruin until it was bought by a builder who converted it into 5 houses. All of the period features were ripped out, but what we do have (apart from fantastic beams in the attic) is walls that are 30 inches thick. This means we have wonderful deep windowsills. What’s not so wonderful is that we all tend to dump things on the windowsills – usually things we don’t know what to do with. On Sunday I tackled the windowsill in our bedroom, which was piled high with junk, and I’ve decided that a good way to keep them clutter-free would be to buy some nice knicknacks to put on there instead. Read the rest of this entry »

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Mea Culpa

Oh dear, I started this blog with the best of intentions and it all went to hell in a hand basket as my friend, Lee would say. My only (small) consolation is that she’s on the same road to hell that I am, at least as far as her blog’s concerned. I hope that this time I can do better because finally, finally, the funk I’ve been in for years is starting to lift. I hope that it’s more than a temporary break in the clouds. I have no idea why, but then I’m not really sure how I slipped into such a deep funk or why it’s gone on for such a long time. I’ve had blue periods before but, in retrospect, they feel very distinct, like stepping off a ledge. This was more like a slow slide down a gentle incline, I was in a very deep hole before I realised what was happening. Why is the way back up so much steeper than the descent?

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