A right old mess!

This is my parents garage. I don't think theres been a car in here in 30 years.

I caught a horrified glimpse of it earlier when mum opened the door to hastily shove another box in! Even my obsessive compulsive organisational skills aren't up to this.

Its my dads fault, he refuses to throw anything away because you just never know when you might need that vanity unit from 1982... Unfortunately it's also become a dumping ground for all the things that no longer fit in the house - like my sisters canvases from Art School. If you look closely you can see a painting of my dad smoking a pipe that dates back to 1996. At the back there are all manner of proper garagey things - tools and the like - which no one has been able to reach in at least 2 decades.

Some time ago dad got a shed for the garden, so now all the things that don't fit in the garage go in there. Yeah. It's a system that works...

Eventually I will be compelled to do something about it (ie. hire a skip) but right now I'm too busy. One more painting day left and its all going a bit pear-shaped. Which would be fine if I were painting pears, but I'm not.