the little house of messy stuff

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My house is a mess at the moment. Well, it's a cultured mess. The spare bed is neatly piled with cardboard boxes full of glassware, photographs in frames, Blu-rays/DVDs, and my extensive collection of perfume bottles. There are books climbing the stairs. Husband's EXTORTIONATELY HEAVY collection of Myth & Magic figurines has been boxed up and dragged three feet into Harry's bedroom under the stairs. Tomorrow this room - which we affectionately call, the office - will become home to some small tables, a rather large pouffe and a bookcase. Maybe some dining chairs too. I hate it. But we're having our floor done and so the room must be emptied. Completely and utterly emptied. The floor will be screeded and then the laying of LV will take place. Then everything can go home to its rightful place. Unless I decide otherwise, which is highly likely. It's as good a time to have a change as any. And oh, my gosh ... the aquarium! How could I forget that?! Before we go to bed tomorrow that will need to be moved. Please don't die, little fishies. I need to prepare for strange people being in my home. I don't like other people being in my home. It sets my nerves on edge, even when it's people I know and love. Isn't that silly? A part of it is that this is my own personal space, but a tiny little part of it thinks they're judging me on my ability to clean, tidy and decorate. Not that it should matter, but it does, doesn't it? This time next week I'll have a beautiful new floor for the cats to skid around on and all the furniture should be 'home'. Until then I shall just panic a little bit inside.