I am not one of life’s tidy people. I glance at my post, open anything I can’t identify, and then put it in a pile. The pile gradually builds up, becoming ever more unstable, until it eventually collapses under its own weight. Do I take the hint at this point? Hell, no! I rebuild it, time and again, each time more precariously than the last.
I am not one of life’s tidy people. I have in my hallway a large children’s toy box that I can chuck bags, shoes and other assorted clutter into, leaving the rest of the hallway in a state of semi-tidiness. The box fills up, becoming ever more resistant to new entrants, until one day even brute force and ignorance can’t squash another bag into it. Do I take the hint at this point? Hell, no! I merely let stuff spill over onto the floor, creating an obstacle course in the hallway, and mutter “I’ll deal with it next weekend, or the weekend after that.”
But eventually, even I crack, and as I had the house to myself for twelve hours today, I decided to tackle the task.
It took a while.
I found more shoes than I could shake a stick at…
…and discovered that my current mountain was part of a larger range which included two bags and a box which contained earlier incarnations of the postal mountain.
But I did make progress. The post is now sorted and filed, and there’s a lovely empty space where I can start my next collection…
…the toy box was emptied, at least temporarily…
..and the obstacle course has been dismantled.
Of course, it won’t last. But for the time being at least, I’m sorted!