When I went off to London last week, I left my mother in charge at home. She was wonderful. The dogs and children and HWISO loved having her. Apparently, she doesn't nag about homework and is always grateful for a glass of wine.
And I love her. So very much.
BUT she did some "organising" of my stuff whilst she was here. The saucepan cupboard, a week later, is nearly back to its organised chaos - the ones I use most at the front and the others jammed behind so they cascade with a satisfying crash should you dislodge the wrong one. My sweater cupboard is a whole new problem. I had them organised in type - polonecks on one shelf, cardigans on another and so on and so forth. Mum, having been shooed out of the kitchen, idled away a lovely hour putting them all into colours, rather than types. This has made getting dressed this fine, crispy, cold winter morning a little more stressful than normal due to being unable to find favourite poloneck as it was stashed carefully near the bottom of the pastels pile. Sigh.
Oh, I'd love my mum to come and sort out the chaos that I laughingly call my wardrobe!
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