I’m beginning to think that…

it was a bad idea to use having a sofabed delivered as a reason to make me clean out the spare bedroom.
As I look at the mountain of crap that we have just “shoved in the back bedroom” over the last couple of years, I could cry. I have to clean it out. My Aunt is coming to visit in a couple of weeks, (not sure when) and she needs a place to sleep. I don’t want her to have to sleep on the sofas downstairs, covered in cats. (Although in hindsight, she might like that)
The spare bedroom has slowly morphed into a storage room. Somewhere underneath it all there is a bed, which is a 5′ divan. I suppose if I take that out of the equation, it’s not so bad. However, there is a lot of stuff that I just don’t know what to do with. The obvious answer is shove it in the loft until I can decide.
Yesterday, I spent a couple of hours in the loft, putting new floorboards down, and moving stuff. Yesterday, it was 90° and beautifully sunny, so our loft space was like a sauna. Literally, what with the smell of new chipboard flooring panels. I almost looked for a ladle to sprinkle water over some hot coals…
So, with plenty of breaks in between to check on the state of the housemates in Big Brother, and to whinge to my friends on our private online forum, I managed to move a substantial amount of stuff up there. Given that I only have a basic ladder to get up there, and it’s quite awkward, thankyou, I think I did pretty well. As I decided to stop for the evening, I surveyed the room.
It is still covered in STUFF. Okay, I can see the carpet now, and I know where that quilt cover went, but that’s not the point. I want to see results, dammit!
The sofabed is being delivered on Friday.
I need more guarana. And ginseng. And coffee.