I overdid it with the painting this morning, as I had to tackle the ceiling in the Utility room(s) - one bit leads into another bit and they are as much bung-it places as a Utility. Not smart or anything - they're just THERE! Anyway, my old neck problem flared up and beause I had compressed something with the looking up and putting my arm up to paint, I got a stonking tension headache. I had to decamp to the other junk room, where I have now cleared, tidied and put away in good order what SHOULD be in the stationary cupboard . . .In the course of my sorting, I came across all sorts of stuff I'd ever forgotten we had kept. Old letters from penpals (binned); old photographs of my kids taken about 12 years ago (D looked about 8 and so wee!) I found his Pokemon-training certificate (!!!) and just about every Easter and Christmas card they'd ever made at Junior school, and school projects (What I did in the Holidays) and the many drawings T had made of ladies in beautiful period ball gowns . . . (All kept). Somewhere in my sentimental box, I have a letter to Santa from one of my girls, imploring him not to give her sister anything for Christmas as she was being HORRID!!
I found the coloured paper that they used to make collages with; the pencil case made in DT using some flash computer-sewing-machine imagery for the motif; the top of a spear that my OH made for D; the crabbing lines we used to use on holiday; brochures for all sorts of historical attractions we'd planned to visit - many of them from our Scottish holidays back in the 90s.
I gave up about 3 o'clock as I was so weary and achey. Working double time yesterday didn't help as I spent 6 hours preparing fruit for cooking for the freezer, plus getting the peppers thinly sliced. I got 20 peppers (red or yellow) for £1; box of (7 lbs) small peaches (£1) and 2 boxes (11 pounds) of apricots (£2) as they needed using up FAST, and the freezer is now bulging, but gosh, preparing all that took forever.
I even polished up a battered old Victorian brass jam pan, and planted it up with two reduced potted flowers from T*sco . . .
Yesterday was also when our son returned from Denmark, where he'd gone to the Roskilde Music Festival with a couple of mates. He came home browner, leaner and more bearded than when he left . . .
