Everything's gone to pot! A month ago, all looked wonderful as we set off for Madrid to visit the art galleries. We were back within 2 days as el jefe couldn't walk without pain. He'd injured his back a week before we left by wrenching the rotivator around when the tines got stuck. We later found he had a sacroiliac strain and here we are, a month down the road and only now is he turning the corner. He hasn't, and still can't, stand independently although he's out of pain so all the little jobs I didn't notice he did (! LOL) I've had to take on.
To compound this, we had the painters in this week - the first year we haven't done it ourselves. There was chaos because all our clutter had to revolve from room to room as each one got painted. We daren't let them in the study, fondly imagining we'll do this ourselves. We will, we will, when we've got the strength to move 2 chests, 2 x 6 tier book cases, 3 long shelves, a filing cabinet and two desks stuffed with rubbish, not to mention 3 desk top computers and peripherals.
I've had a mini declutter of books, DVDs, ornaments and pictures so the charity boot sales will do well. And it's a lovely feeling to know that each room, bar the study, is pristine - everything swept, washed and polished as it was moved back in after painting.
As for Yin and Yang, the disruption to their routine is more than they can bear and they glare at us accusingly and disappear into cupboards and under beds.
Now to catch up with my blog reading, though the time for relevant comments is well out of date.