Showing posts with label ...caving under the weight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ...caving under the weight. Show all posts

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Externalising the inner chaos...

I should launder a huge load of bedding and towels, and this requires reserving a time at the launderette, as I haven't the space to dry the things indoors at home and the drying room at the launderette is reserved for laundry washed there. I could just about manage nipping into the launderette and finding a free time on a suitable day - it is, after all, only across the courtyard - but if I did go and do some laundry, I would have to have my (other) wash basket free. Currently, my (other) wash basket is taken over by the (clean) bedding I did last time I managed the laundry effort (the other one holds the dirty stuff, but is not big enough to use for the purpose of taking stuff to and from the launderette. No, you just have to believe me, I know what I'm talking about). I do have designated (and fairly nice) boxes specifically to keep clean laundry in at the back of my walk-in cupboard (and they are labelled, too: sheets, duvet covers, towels, two smaller ones for pillow cases and hand towels). In order to put the (clean) laundry in these (designated) boxes, however, I would have to clear a considerable amount of space in front of them, as there is a total load of stuff there, blocking my way to these boxes. Included in the stuff-which-blocks-the-way are two boxes of books, which most certainly deserve to be somewhere else, but as my one and a half book cases are already full to the brim (the bigger one has books in two layers on most shelves, so the ones in the back layer cannot ever be read or browsed or even looked at), putting these books away would require another book case. As it happens, I do have another book case, but it's at my cousin's, who lives on the other side of town (she's been looking after the thing since I went for my tropical year - it's really lovely, a genuine 1920's functionalist-movement piece of furniture, I've inherited it and love it dearly). To get it from her place, though, I would have to have someone to carry it for me, and moreover, to drive a van for me. I don't know anyone with a van. I would have to rent a van, find someone to drive it for me, and someone to carry the thing for me. Two someones - it's big and heavy. With glass doors.

So this is why I cannot do my bedding at the moment.

Doing laundry is by no means the only thing which desperately needs doing. Just using it to illustrate my point.