Sinds a couple of weeks I am slowly trying to empty the house of all Eric’s books and games.
I want his office and I want it bad.
But because one thing leads to another, I am also cleaning out his clothes, shoes, etc.
And every time a load of that stuff leaves, my house makes a sigh of relieve. I think a ton of stuff has already gone.
So now slowly I am also cleaning out other rooms, I started with that weeks ago and every time I am totally alone (no, not lonely thank you very much) I try to tidy and above all empty..
This lasts till Thursday when my son and daughter in law will arrive, who chuck everything in the corridors or on the table.. Gone is all my tidiness, obliterated is a better word.
So today I had a brilliant idea.
Cleaned up and made a photo of my kitchen and promptly my eldest calls and asks:
“So how are you doing?”
me: “fine thank you, I have cleaned the whole house, truly proud of myself, chucking out loads of paper etc”,
His response: “God that must be the first time since our birth…”
And all I could say was: “We weren’t even living here then..”
Yep, old lightning wits strikes again!
I am going to bed, Goodnight!