Today was the day for Em to tackle her tax return and so, with instructions to steer clear until meeting at her parent’s house later in the evening, I busied myself in my own home by venturing forth into The Loft. The Loft has been an area due for me to purge and to sort for some time but I never have quite got round to it – or rather, I haven’t yet been able to garner sufficient qualities of strength, determination and will-power to venture up.
As it turned out, it hasn’t been as bad as I feared. There weren’t as many surprises as I feared their might be, and spent a happy day fetching boxes down and making quick decisions about what should find its way into which wheely bin, and what should remain to kept for further sorting. What I now have up there is clear and orderly and ready for loft-to-loft moving. I also have collection of boxes spilling out from under the table in the corner of my room that need attending to.
Ho-hum, I might have to put novel-writing on hold for a week. I see my evenings are going to be busy…
