Boy stuff
It was gorgeous outside today! Freezing and windy, with big dark clouds and sun at the same time – I love that. Our house feels quite different at this time of year. We get our wood burner going and it feels more like a cosy cottage. Hopefully I’ll get some decorating done, and it will look nice for everyone coming at Christmas.
I’ve been sorting out our spare bedroom for the last few days. It’s looking good. In the future it will be a child’s room but for now it has a big desk in it for my computer. Most of the time I use my laptop but now I can use the PC upstairs for very important business, like Photoshopping and playing The Sims! The desk is right by the window which overlooks fields and the farm up the hill. I sat there today and enjoyed the view. It’s so peaceful and relaxing.
I’m still trying to figure out what to do with all our stuff though. How did we manage to acquire so much rubbish? Well actually, I can answer that; most of it is James’. Every time we would visit James’ mum, she would give us yet another box (or ten) of James’ belongings. In our old house, we hid it all in the attic and pretended it wasn’t there but in this house we don’t have an attic and I don’t know where to put it all.
There are endless amounts of old computer bits (‘they might come in useful one day’ – of course they will, hun), books about electronics, dreadfully shameful CD singles (like ‘Barbie Girl’), hundreds of hi-fi magazines, war memorabilia, unidentifiable cables… boy stuff. He has collections of erasers, badges, pens, beer mats and key-rings. He has a collection of ‘Coca Cola’ things that included an old unopened can. It leaked all over the rest of the collection but unfortunately it did not cause enough damage to even consider chucking the stuff out (hell, the collection may be worth even more with coke splattered all over it). But worst of all, he INSISTS on keeping every single box for every single thing he ever buys (along with – of course – each and every instruction manual). He needs these for when we move house or in case he wants to sell the objects. OMG!!! I am thinking of investing in a box myself. A wooden, man-sized one.
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