I am not a tidy person. Neither is Himself, although his ‘line’ of tolerance tends to crack just before mine does. (And the ensuing .. “debate”.. is not pretty.) Needless to say we are not exactly raising a family of neat freaks. “The kids have taken us over the edge” is a well-worn phrase around these parts.
So, as I frequently lament, the whole house is a bit of a bombsite. But nothing encapsulates the daily battle I wage against The Mess like my kitchen bench. It’s big. It’s vast. And no matter how hard I try, I can’t keep it clear. The Mess has a triffid-like ability to insidiously fill the available space within 24 hours.
I will mount a concerted attack before Visitors, and I will usually manage to get it clear. (“Clear” having something of an individual interpretation.) But as in many hotspots around the globe, the Battle of the Bench is an ongoing war that may never end.
Witness for yourself my daily battle as I resolve to document this warzone pictorially on a daily basis – faithfully and truly. (Perhaps in the long run the embarrassment factor might be the secret weapon I need to break the enemy.)
Tuesday 28/7. 1100 hrs
Post- on site appointment with Building Designer regarding the renovations. A Pre-Visitor Offensive was launched the night before, and minor incursions during the before-school rush hour were successfully contained.
Wednesday 29/7. 1100hrs
The enemy gains a foothold.
Thursday 30/7. 0900 hrs
Control has been lost… reinforcements required.
Friday 31/7 1700hrs
A terrible day in the trenches.
Tuesday 4/8 0900 hrs
Despite some (wo)man power being deployed elsewhere on various special projects, some headway has been attained over three days.
The battle continues.