ever start something..wish you hadn't?

[murraymints]

Have spent the morning painting my bedroom...just finished but am now left with a mountain of stuff taken down from top of wardrobes...where did it all come from..?..and where is it going to go ?.....what have you lurking in the recesses..?

[murraymints]

builder..you are Naughty....but nice !!!

[The Builder]

Murray, I do find the quality of the porn does rise with the better postcodes ;o)
Clearing airing cupboards to get at the plumbing can be quite revealing too ;o)

[pusskin]

Most of our loft is taken up with a super model railway, and my stuff is crammed into small places. I am not a horder, so he has got away lightly.

[missnemesis]

Gee thanks chuck I'll pass that tip on!

[Booldawg]

2 marriages, several mortgages and a 1:50 scale Airfix Lancaster bomber.

[murraymints]

puss..my oh has his train station in a cabin at the bottom of the garden...!!!

[pusskin]

Sounds good murraymints! Wow he'd love that at the bottom of the garden.
Friends in Cyprus have a bungalow that he bought and doesnt live in ---
its for his railway layout. haha

[Ann]

Story of my life ..........or house MurrayMints. Its always a mystery to me after clearing stuff out for hours on end and throwing away bags and bags I always seem to end up with more to put back and it just won't fit! My spare bedroom is full of clutter, no room for a bed in there! OH has nicknamed the spare bedroom "The Lost Tribes" and if we mislay something, usually paperwork, he always says "have you tried the lost tribes?"
I have previously posted this Pam Ayres poem on AB which you may have already seen, but it always makes me chuckle as it was probably written just for me (and you murraymints!)

Heaps of Stuff by Pam Ayres

How I wish that I was tidy
How I wish that I was neat
How I wish I was methodical
Like others down out street.
I tried to stem the rising tide
I tried to hold it back
But I have been the victim
Of a heap of stuff attack.

Yes, heaps of stuff come creeping,
They clutter up the hall.
And heaps of stuff are softly
Climbing halfway up the wall.
At each end of the staircase
Is a giant heap, a stack;
One to carry up the stairs
And one to carry back.

In a heap of stuff invasion
They settle everywhere -
They grovel on the lino
They tower on the chair.
You’re searching for a jacket,
“Is it in here?” you shout,
And, opening the cupboard door,
A heap of stuff falls out.

But heaps are many-faceted
And heaps are multi-faced
And what a heap is made of
Will depend on where it’s placed.
Now if it’s in the passage
It is mostly boots and shoes
And if it’s on the sofa
It is magazines and news.

If it’s in the shed
It’s broken propagating frames
And if it’s in the bathroom
Well, it’s best to say no names,
And if it’s in the bedroom -
Your own and not the guest’s -
The heap of stuff is mostly made
Of socks and shirts and vests.

For a heap is indestructible,
It’s something you can’t fight.
If you split it up by day
It joins back up at night.
So cunningly positioned
as from room to room you trek,
Increasing all the chances
That you trip and break your neck.

But step into my parlour
Now I’ve forced the door ajar;
I’ll excavate an easy chair -
Just cling there where you are.
And together we’ll survey it
Till our eyes they feast enough
On the tidiest home in England
Underneath the heaps of stuff.

[murraymints]

love that ann..!!! am going to attempt to print it off for prominant display somewhere...anywhere I can find.... have now managed to put/give away the detrius and am about to vaccuum and make up my bed..have not stopped all day and have subsisted on an xmas offering of ferrero rocher...

[murraymints]

fast losing the will to live...just cleaned up the floor ...years of dust/fluff from tops of wardrobes everywhere...now have to make up the bed..a fight with a duvet cover...don't know if I have the energy..have the dentist tomorrow..looking forward to that now !!!....

[mrs.chappie]

I once moved into a house and found a sparrowhawk in the freezer. The previous occupants were keen on taxidermy, the poor thing had flown into the patio doors, was put in the freezer (in the garage) to be stuffed but was forgotten about.

It was months before they came to collect it.

[owdhamer]

I wish i had never started seeing the first wife