those lucky few who have worked with me can testify to the fact that i am not a tidy person. i am the chaos master.
stuff, piles, heaps, mounds, spread, scattered.
i am a hoarder (that is when a collector goes wild, no longer constrained by the wanting of certain things, but when he can no longer get rid of anything - because it might be useful sometime; honest).
i decided i was going to alter the placing of various things in the flat: a change is as good as a rest, as they say.
move the tv over there, swing the desk around, change the bookcases.
something between a minor and major undertaking.
i measure stuff up: will it fit?
i go for it.
ah such schemes - wren and hawksmoor would have been proud.
shame that it hasn't worked out quite the way it should.
not helped by the fact that any such move seems to expand the amount of stuff i have. it all used to fit (just) now it doesn't.
i don't know.
so i still have a little bit more to do.
who knows i may even be recycling; donating to the charity shop and just plain throwing out.
who knows maybe like the forth bridge the clearing of my flat approaches completion. it will happen - just not for a while yet.