Blast from the past

It being Spring half term felt it was time I did some Spring cleaning. So decided to tackle my bedroom today because it had been a while since it had seen a vacuum and it showed!

There's something very satisfying about knowing that behind the chest of drawers and on top of the wardrobe is free of fluff. Even scruffed out under the bed.

In one corner of my bedroom are my craft shelves blipped here and under them is a desk. Took stuff off the shelf and found this stencil.

In a previous existence I trained as an architect. It was in the days before computer aided design and we drew in ink on tracing paper, scratching out any mistakes with a razor blade! This stencil was used when drawing plans of bathrooms or toilets. Seems like another life now.

Spring cleaning continues tomorrow with the bathroom. At least I have no whitewashing to do - cue quote from my favouritest book.

The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring- cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms. Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing. It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said 'Bother!' and 'O blow!' and also 'Hang spring-cleaning!' and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat. Something up above was calling him imperiously, and he made for the steep little tunnel which answered in his case to the gravelled carriage-drive owned by animals whose residences are nearer to the sun and air. So he scraped and scratched and scrabbled and scrooged and then he scrooged again and scrabbled and scratched and scraped, working busily with his little paws and muttering to himself, 'Up we go! Up we go!' till at last, pop! his snout came out into the sunlight, and he found himself rolling in the warm grass of a great meadow.