Second task of this year is to sort the rest of the tasks into order.
Our living room is crowded: four clotheshorses swathed in damp washing, two hillocks of dry washing, multitudes of piles of odd bits of things like string and boxes, abandoned while festivities are fitted in. Indoors there is frequently underfoot a fluffed up cat, outdoors, nosy chickens do not understand personal space. There is too much cloud in the sky.
(Reflectively, quaint annoyances.)
One feels a need to write lists and get organised and know where to start.
(Decidedly, pragmatic solutions.)
Out of the headachy grumble evolves a menu list, a new shelf, a renewed commitment to healthy eating and a borrowed vacuum cleaner.


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