so much easier

Why is it so much easier to tidy up other people’s untidiness than our own? It’s been a frustrating constant and unsuccessful muffle trying to tidy my tiniest-room-in the house writing room – but attack husband’s art room? A cinch! I went in, emptied it, sorted out what I’d emptied, threw out (with his permission) all the rubbish and broken/duplicated/useless/unwanted items, organised, put away in a logical order all the paints/paper/pens/pencils/tools/brushes/sharpeners/rubbers/ items of interest/printing stuff/card/knives sharpeners tools/postcards cuttings photos writings sketches news items etc/ and so on. Now there is space for him to sit and too work and to put things and find things. He was really pleased, and when we went to the Dolphin, drinks were on him.

Now we are home, after a lovely evening, he’s unwinding in front of the TV (Repair Shop) and I’m trying to catch up with my writing, I glance round  my little writing room, and blooming heck, it’s chaos! Piles of stuff everywhere, books arranged as if by a lunatic, mysterious piles of papers, things I want to hand such as a pen and note book have mysteriously vanished, random items of no use (and what are they?) have appeared… I blame the boggart…

So… tomorrow, I will set to and finish sorting my husband’s stuff, and when it’s done, feeling proud, positive and game on, I will ascend to my writing room, have a polite work with the boggart, and try and organise myself!