Chaos Theory

We’re lucky enough to have a spare room that we don’t need to keep for guests/visiting children etc.  So we decided to turn it into a sort of playroom, where I can practice my guitar, ride my indoor bike and keep useful man-stuff - a universe of workouts and fun.  That’s the theory anyway.

I mentioned on saturday that Anniemay was in the process of ‘remodelling’ her study; something that entails sorting out ‘stuff to keep’ and ‘stuff to chuck’.  The original plan was that some of the ‘stuff to keep’ would come back into her study when it’s finished and the rest of it would go in the loft.  Again - that’s the theory.

But we can’t get into the loft just yet because that needs some sorting.  And her study will take longer to finish because one key bit of the new arrangement won’t be here for another couple of weeks.  So it’s all ground to a halt, with the playroom acting as temporary storage space. Result - chaos.

Of course, in the grand scheme of things this is a trivial problem to have; I also suspect that the good Professor Brian Cox (he of the sharp intellect, easy TV manner and glistening white teeth) would have something to say on the subject.  That it is not some chaotic, random event - it’s simply the way that the Universe works.  Because among all the stars and galaxies and hidey-holes in the cosmos, the only place that Anniemay’s stuff could possibly end up, even temporarily, is in my playroom.