Angel flies

All packed up and off she went. I'll have to stop talking to myself now, with no excuse!

We picked up Karen from the airport after M very kindly helped me lug the bookcase upstairs. Along with my loss of an excuse for self vocalisation of distress at the disorganisation in the house, I had no reason left to ignore the disorganisation in the house. So I sensibly made it even more disorganised by building the other bookcase and disassembling the old wardrobe. Now I have to get that stored somewhere in the cellar. However, Ben's clothes are arranged and visible,plus three bags in the bin and two ready for recycling.

This has in some way precipitated because Monday will see the house becoming very full with boys, Mrs Pepperpot and Sam, my beloved nephew. Let Christmas begin all over again!