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Spring Cleaning Update:
(this is really just notes to myself about my insanity, as why anyone would want to read about someone else's spring cleaning is completely beyond me)

Shifted all the art equipment, jewellery equipment, stationery, and multitude of knick-knacks onto the sofa and around it. Moved the Ugly Big Slime Green Armchair into the opposite corner. Cleared the mantelpiece* of all the friends & family photos, and replaced them with some of my good Willow Pattern china, reproduction C.16th wine decanters, my 1930s deco pewter tea service and my Korean celadon glazed teapot and teacups. Once I have the dining table it'll make life a lot easier to have them there and I can always put the photos on the wall.

Then sorted my videos, threw out a whole boxful and moved the Video Bookcase. Two of the as-high-as-me stacks of books-I-don't-have-a-bookcase-for did the Tower of Babel thing. I shovelled them into a little ziggurat. Decided to leave Bookcase #3 as is. Cleaned and moved the glass collection CD tower. Decided (bugger) that I should swap the glass tower and the Video Bookcase to be more space efficient and aesthetically pleasing. Ugh. Too damn sweaty, tired and sore-footed, so I'll do it tomorrow (or rather, later today).

Off to have a quick bath.



* for the bricked-up fireplace that doesn't work, as since the early 70's (I think) London has had a ban on wood and coal fires. Which may seem sad, but it means we don't have the lethal 'peasouper' fogs anymore. Always a good thing.

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daegaer will probably find this entertaining:

Last night I dreamt about a Scottish friend (MdB), an Irish friend (EdF) and several of the other Irish re-enactors from my club renacting some ancient battle in traditional Celtic garb in a gorse-filled, misty and damp forest. Visibility was poor and the sounds of sporadic melees echoed around the trees eerily. Everyone was speaking in hushed tones and it was most unnerving and uncomfortable. To make matters worse, the only garb I had brought was my bright red velvet Italian Renaissance gambeson (arming coat), which I had to put on. Hey, free target! Just shoot me now.

Then I woke up feeling cold (two hours before my alarm goes off - grr), and realised I'd lost the extra throw-blanket I'd added to my bedding last night. Looked outside to a grey, chilly, drizzly English summer morning. Joy.

Gakked from sidara

Um, OK. Not quite what I expected, but probably has a certain amount of truth (for a piece of pop psychology).


You represent... hope.
You're quite a daydreamer and can be a hopeless
romantic. You enjoy being creative and don't
mind being alone at times. You have goals, and
know what you want in life... even if they are
a little far fetched.


What feeling do you represent?
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