My friends, I am in possession of a tidy house. Yes I know, to my family and friends that will come as some surprise. After weeks - no months of dodging piles of pictures that are waiting to be hung; tablecloths waiting to join another pile; umpteen bags over every doorknob; fabrics; newspapers; paint pots and brushes; enormous piles of wool, and books (mainly vintage children's nature guides which are totally useless for my teenage family so I'm told. Shame.) Books, that smell old and horrid and make them feel sick.
But with our niece and her boyfriend from NZ coming for the weekend I spent all of Friday making the place acceptable at long last.
Oh the joy. I keep wandering from room to room feeling my breathing slowing down and just soaking up all the tidiness. So what do you do when your house is actually tidy for once? You take photographs of it so shortly, when it all seems to be a distant memory, you can gaze longingly at what it could be if you were that organised, domestic goddess you so want to be.
So that is the downstairs anyway. Upstairs? Well, with 2 teenage girls in the house I can't at this very moment vouch that their rooms will be tidy but tomorrow I may pluck up the courage and check. But for now, just let me have this one afternoon of domestic bliss.