A strange thing has happened.
I am feeling liberated by the chaos and mess in my house at the moment.
There is stuff in all the wrong places,
stuff that no longer has a home.
Every surface is crammed, every available spot has a pile... of one thing or another.
Now, normally I am a tiny bit uptight about the state of my house. We have a fair bit of clutter, and that I don't mind, but I find untidiness hard to live with. That's not to say I live with it a lot. I do. And I get uptight about it.
But six people living in the space we have makes it impossible.
Now my house is a building site. Three days now. It is untidy in the worst possible way. More than ever before.
And I don't care.
Maybe it's because I know it's temporary. And knowing that allows me to give myself a break. And boy does it feel good!
And these photos are me ignoring the interior environment of my home and taking myself outside. Methinks there'll be plenty more of that to come...