One of those days

It’s fast turning into ‘one of those days’ and I had such high hopes this morning.

I don’t think I’ve mentioned it before, but my husband is something of a hoarder. Well, that’s putting it mildly, he finds it hard to throw anything away. His mother was a bit that way. She had a big draw in her kitchen full of parts of electrical things that various workmen had thrown out because they were broken,

‘They might come in one day.’ she used to say to me.

She was nothing like Hubby, though. He fills every space with things. He found an old video TV somewhere and has bought dozens of videos from charity shops to watch in bed. The pile is so high I’m afraid it might fall over on him while he is asleep. He has at least a dozen books to teach you to play the guitar. I mean, how many books do you need. I could go on, but you get the idea.

I have a confession to make. I tend to hoard, too!  But, before I met Hubby I was an organised hoarder. I had a lot of stuff but it was on shelves or in neat piles in the bedroom. Hubby fills carboard boxes with assorted things that don’t go together and never knows where anything is. He also often forgets which things are his because of his memory problems.

To cut a long story short, we have lived in this house for 32 years and it is pretty full. Well, last night I was watching a programme on hoarding on the TV. Gosh, I thought we had a problem! These people could hardly walk around their house. They had to buy take aways because they couldn’t get to the cooker!

The programme was about helping them to clear their house and it inspired me to have a real go at ours. I started before the programme was over by throwing out some old catalogues, then I made a plan for today. I would deal with a pile of old bedding and Hubby would sort his videos and see what could go.

I was full of it this morning. I felt well and the sun was shining, a rare enough event these days. I did all of my little household jobs in the morning ready to be free this afternoon. Before I made a start on the house I would plant those flowers I bought at the weekend and make that hospital appointment I hadn’t got around to.I was raring to go. It was a little offputting when our 17 year old cat did her business on the carpet I had just vacuumed, but I had a cup of tea and calmed myself down.

Hubby came home, we sat down to lunch and he announced he had a heavy cold and was going to bed. Well, that put the damper on things a bit, but I could still do my jobs, I told myself. I went outside to do the planting and found it was just starting to rain. It hasn’t stopped since, so that is out. Never mind, I sat down to book my appointment online. First I couldn’t get the site to work and it locked me out. By this time my sciatica was giving me hell so I had to leave the computer. When I returned again the site did work but there were no appointments available. How can there be no appointments available? I mean surely if I wait until August or something they can fit me in or are they going to close the hospital. I guess I will have to ring them.

OK, I give in someone up there heard I was going to get on with a few things and decided to test me….. again. I haven’t sorted anything out yet. I’m almost afraid to try in case I burn an important letter or something. I have cleaned the bathroom and so far that’s it. I’d better go soon and see if Hubby needs anything, then perhaps I can make a start on the pile of old bedding. Nothing can go wrong with that – can it?