Moving Rooms

For reasons that are not clear to me now; we swapped rooms with the Noodle today. We also moved the Ikea toy cupboard to the sunroom; the (Ikea) computer unit from the sunroom to our bedroom; the Ikea bookshelf from the east wing (aka Patrick's cell/entrance hall) to Noodle's room and the old lounge from the sunroom to the shed. That was the first time the lounge had been moved since it came off the ark.

I had to pull apart and reassemble two beds and a cot and make a trip to the hardware store and we still managed a visit to friends' for dinner ce soir. I'm very tired.

If the reason for the shift has been lost in a haze of sweat, swearing and wonder at how the Noodle managed to materialise in the centre of every clear spot in which I was about to deposit something heavy - something else has become very clear to me. We have reached possession saturation point and shall purchase no more. The children shall have no more toys and items of clothing will only be signed off on if the tattered remains of the predecessor can be produced in tandem with a department of health certificate authenticating that the item is indeed unfit for the survival needs of a human.

I have spoken.

(Though I've not yet checked with my wife)