It's come to that time of year where you realise what a mess the place is and you can no longer put up with it. The bedrooms were a huge dumping ground and have produced enough crap to fill a small skip (dumpster), it would seem. It took three days, and now, at last, everything is down the nearest tip or at a charity shop. Maybe now we'll be able to find the books we've threatening to read for the past year.
The whole episode did have its downside, however. Apart from twisting my right knee again, the top of one of my crowned teeth came off - and like an idiot I didn't put the damn thing anywhere safe so it could be stuck back on. That would be too simple, wouldn't it? So now I face either a dentist bill of £250 ($425), or another tooth out. Someone might have to teach me to suck eggs.
Jack Orchison
June 16, 2014.
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