Counting down....

Went through all the stuff on the floor of the 'new room': we still call it that although it was converted from the garage to a room more than 10 years ago...what can we call it? There is the lounge, the kitchen...and the new room.....it is, or was, my room, so we could call it Sally's room....it was once my therapy room - where I worked as a therapist, giving it rather than receiving it!! It is where the piano is, and all my music, and guitars, and where I used to teach the guitar, so was called the music room for a while..then it just became a dumping ground, for kid's stuff not wanted on voyage, pre/post gap years/uni/various flats/ then for my parents' stuff: full of boxes, records, books. two TV's, unwanted pcs, the ironing....yes, I am trying to sort it out to reclaim it as a room.

It represents inside my head....all the time the room is a mess, I am a mess. As I am sorting the room out, and clearing it, so I am getting sorted out. Well, in one corner, on the floor was a pile of GB front Desk/Training stuff, probably been there since last year, and I have gone through it and binned some out of date information.

I went into the attic last night (well, actually, sent Clive, like a chimney sweep boy, and he passed down four heavy boxes labelled Front Desk, and I will go through them tonight and remind myself what we have, and what I need to buy...oh goody, stationery shopping!!!!!

The week is slipping by, and there is a lot to do, washing, ironing, packing for Sunday, work (unfortunately) wallpapering for Laura when the paper arrives, cleaning and tidying the house and providing proper food for Saturday, when James will bring a 'friend' home for a proper visit..oh help...