I spent two days clearing out the shed.
When we moved in, we were going to clean the mucky garden sheds before using them for storage. But then, life happened. There was no time before the move, and afterwards it was a bit too daunting a task.
This weekend I got in there.
I spent hours sorting, dusting, hoovering, and meeting the biggest spiders I’ve ever encountered.
It might have been a bit of a nesting urge, or just a bit of madness.
On the plus side, your house will seem incredibly clean after spending time in a shed that probably hasn’t seen a broom in years.
The different rooms in it (the shed is actually two sheds, or three? All connected) are sorted. The gardening things, the tools, the baby things, winter clothes.. I’ll know where to find them all now.
And I haven’t told my husband. It’ll be a surprise; he probably thinks I’ve spent all this time lounging on the sofa.
Which is what I did today, for recovery. Or lounging in on the floor, rather (the sofa is doing my back no favours these days). And a bit of quilting.
Better late than never: weekending with Amanda.