It's very strange that, as someone who hates cleaning, I enjoy polishing Uncle's silver tray. I suppose it's satisfying because the change is so obvious - because obviously I don't do it more than once a year. Unlike my gran who regularly spent a whole morning polishing her brass collection. She would be ashamed of me.
Weather today is bad, and forecast to remain so for the whole day. So, with no excuses to lure me away outside I decided to be dynamic - my favourite word of promise - and get cleaning. Bathroom is done and dining-room is halfway done.
The dining-room has been untouched since last February. No, not last February, the February before. I know, shocking, isn't it?
My excuse is that was when the hall decorating started and everything that could be moved out of the hall was transplanted into the dining-room. Which then became a dumping ground for any and everything.
The hall isn't finished yet but the furniture and knickknacks have been moved back so really I had no excuse not to tidy and clean. Ah, but I did. There was my jigsaw.
Do you remember? The jigsaw I was finding really hard? The one I began at Christmas and that was spread out on the dining-room table? The one I really didn't want to give up on.I've given up. I am packing it up and sending it to a friend who likes this sort of jigsaw. I prefer the ones with lots of intricate little details that you have to place rather than the 'try this piece and see' ones. And I know I've done a lot of it, albeit the comparatively easy parts, and, yes, it does seem a shame to stop, but sometimes you have to know when giving up is the right option.