Today, after an entirely misspent and almost entirely sleepless night, leading to an early morning comedown of Biblically epic proportions, I ironed our super-king sized bedsheet (the first time it’s been ironed in at least a decade; possibly ever?), remade the bed, and took the door to the studio/office down.
The latter had to be done, really, as the new chesty o’drawers arrangement is such that this door could no longer be opened wide enough to allow passageway. Teresa’s draft-excluder curtain is now all that separates the bedroom from the studio/office.
We got a lot of stuff out of the room, either into the corridor, the office, or elsewhere. But there’s still shitloads of clutter n’ crap to be dealt with.
But as the above pic hopefully conveys, a corner of the room is now neater and less cluttered… at least for a while. I want to hang the mirror on the wall (it’s just on’t table at the mo’), move (or even remove?) the hand drum, and… well that’s about it, actually.