In our house there is a place for everything, and everything is in its place.
Until somebody comes to stay, necessitating removal of everything from its current place
to another place for the duration - or until I remember to move it all back again. The place where most things end up is on the spare bed in our study / bedroom. Today, when I embarked upon Removal From One Place To Another (As Yet Unspecified) Place, I found
the bed fully occupied by the following:
1. The Giant Penguin who stands on the front door step to welcome visiting grandchildren. He is still wearing his outfit from our Golden Wedding i.e. a golden crown
and a gold plastic tablecloth draped fetchingly around his shoulders like a cape. At least I know there is an alternative place for him. The doorstep beckons...
2. A basket full of knitting patterns, odd scraps
of material, balls of wool of every hue and a note book in which I like to record interesting phrases and sayings I come across along the way. Presumably while knitting, I hear you say.
3. Giant letters, in
gold cardboard, spelling out "50 YEARS" , part of the banner made by My Boy for our Golden Day. The letters were strung up over the patio doors for weeks where they brushed against your head or hit you in the eye every time you ventured out into the garden.
They are too large to be recycled into a normal-sized birthday banner but I can't bring myself to dispose of them.
4. Piles of letters, cards, old magazines, newspaper cuttings and the like, all of which were
swept from the dining room table on a previous Place Swap and deposited on the bed for safe keeping. It will be important, before I displace them, to remember why I thought it necessary to keep them in the first, well, place.
5. Three large lever arch files containing (i) papers from my Military Voices project; (ii) receipts from various purchases made over the last couple of years (or so): and (iii) nothing at all - but I must have had something in mind for it, I wouldn't
have just left it there. Would I?
6. The Monkey Game, much beloved of Young Faris - complete with various yellow and blue monkeys and a few large purple gorillas. Presumably the Monkey Game came in a box once
upon a very long time ago which would have made its storage easier but, alas, no more.
7. A large hat box containing two "wedding hats", both looking slightly battered despite the promise of protection in
said hat box. Even if I never wear them again, they have sentimental value and, as such, will keep their place in my house and my affections.
8. Several carrier bags containing clothes and books which I may
or may not have sorted out for the charity shop. I shall have to sort through their contents all over again, just in case I am mistaken on their destination.
9. My colourful rucksack which I take with me on
Birdy Group outings, still containing my binoculars, Book of British Birds, a hair brush which I had thought lost for ever, and a bottle half full of water.
reason why I need to find new homes for Displaced Files, Letters, Bags, Games, Hats and the odd Giant Penguin is that my (Not So Very Little) Welsh Boys will be arriving, with their parents, on Friday all ready for Sunday's Family Beach Day. Every bed in the
house will be needed.
I am pacing myself. It's my new Modus Operandi. I tackle a bit of sorting, as in, moving something from one end of the bed to another, then take myself out into the garden and the sunshine
to read another chapter of "A Mind to Murder." I have a vague recollection that I may have read this book before but one of the advantages of reaching A Great Age is that I can't remember Whodunnit. By the way, I am sure you will be pleased to learn that,
while Mr B's sunflowers are very slightly taller than mine, one of my plants is flowering. It's honours even, I reckon, in the 2016 Sunflower Competition.
It's so lovely out in the garden, sitting in the warm
sunshine with my feathered friends for company, a cup of coffee in my hand. I take an Executive Decision that there will be plenty of time in the coming days to finish my task. For the moment, this is where I want to be.
I know my place...