Un-de-lay, un-da-lay, un-de-lay

On reflection, moving furniture before throwing what turned out to be 213 kg of clothes down the stairs might not have been such a good idea i.e. I was knackered.

I'd arranged for a recycling place to pick up all the clothes and shoes that were unsuitable for our friends at Zac's. They couldn't tell me exactly what time they'd collect so I went in to sort more stuff out while waiting for their phone call. And that was when I decided to move and clean furniture.

Moving the clothes rail out was easy apart from getting it stuck on the ripped-up underlay in the corridor; moving this unit in the other direction was less so.

At this point it's almost in position having been manoeuvred out of one room, into the corridor, and immediately back into the next room. It wasn't heavy, just awkward.

And here are the fifty or so bags of clothes and shoes waiting to be collected. The easiest way was to throw the bags down the stairs.

Any idea I had of doing more cleaning then went by the board. Instead I took three large bags to a charity shop and came home.

And I've just been in the garden hoeing and then attacking the bindweed on the raspberries. Now I'm going to sit in the sun and read.

You know when the ground is covered with tiny little shoots/weeds? And you hoe them. Does it kill them or do they just re-establish themselves?

P.S. Stu has just messaged me to say he's thrown out the old underlay. Hooray!