The danger of sorting stuff out is that it inevitably makes work!

It all began when I had to clear stuff out of the spare room so that the plumber could get better access to the boiler to do the service... even if it did turn out that what he actually meant with his snippy remark last year was that the boiler is poorly located, not that my furniture was in the way.  Ho hum.

When I started to move furniture back, the metal IKEA rack/drawer thingy that was *only* around twenty years old gave up the ghost.  I was left with a stack of fabric drawers and no rack to hold them.  Ho hum some more.

So this morning, supervised by Sasha, and to a lesser degree, Sophie, I built a flat pack blanket box into which I successfully decanted all the towels, blankets and spare bedding from the drawers, along with a some more that had been stacked up on the spare bed.  Result!

Even if I did have to go and by a new cross head screwdriver because whoever last borrowed mine clearly hadn't returned it.... and I did actually throw out a few bits that survived the last cull...

My 'Vicar School' leave is now complete, though I still have a couple of day plus one more Sunday of 'church' leave.

Nothing very profound here, just the recognition that sorting stuff is never as quick or easy as I think it will be... that and the fact that I really am getting old when I have bits of household stuff I bought new forty years ago!