Chaos

Every time we have to go somewhere, be somewhere or do something we are invariably late.
Usually ten minutes before we are due to leave the house the cry goes up; "I can't find ............".
There then follows a search by the parents for the missing article accompanied by wailing and moaning from the child/children. Tonight it was part of the Army Cadets uniform and to say that I was annoyed is understating it, you will recall from Monday's Blip that I ironed all the kit, 48 hours later part of it cannot be found.
Today's photo shows three of eleven rooms, what do they have in common, the floors are full.
In two weeks when I have some time on my hands I could take out the shelves and cupboards, there obviously not needed!!