I’m late, late posting.
Apologies to anyone who arrives at lunchtime to have a look, having worked out that I spend each morning writing it.
I do, but this morning I was getting a first coat of paint on the new bathroom cupboard. We were lucky to be able to source the all-surfaces primer. I am so keen to get this cupboard in use because then I can clear all the bathroom stuff I have been tripping over in the corridor for months and months. There’s a box housing the toilet roll holder, three half-empty bottles of bleach, several really manky cloths and some skincare gel.
There’s the toilet brush and holder, which has turned up at very odd places all over the house for months. For weeks it was down beside my bed, I worried about having a virus nightmare and waking up to find I was scrubbing myself with the toilet brush.
Then there are rolls of lino, old lino, cut lino and a bit of carpet and an (as in one) emergency toilet roll, because that’s how we roll round here, though you’d have to be desperate, after it’s been travelling up and down the corridor for months.
There’s a bath mat, though we no longer have a bath, caution with throwing things away is ingrained. I remember having showers in the bath before we got the mat and how dangerous that was. One slip in the altogether landing on enamelled metal…ooh it would be like coming off your toboggan on the Cresta run. I will eventually manage to chuck it, though I may have to cut it down into a wiggly-edged shower mat first.
I believe the current difficulties and unavailability of household items may make those of us with the chuck-out mentality reverse our opinions. I remember being shocked when my mother told a carer to throw the bath mat away because it looked a bit dirty. All it needed was a good wash, a scrub round the sides and drying on the line. Thanks to the endless arrival of the in-laws when we were first married, we were not unduly put-out in the last crash because we never had anything during the boom. When comedians were waving bank notes around in the Eighties and shouting about loads of money, we did not laugh; we were riding into Dodge to see the Loan Arranger, getting shot of debt as soon as, and living off fresh air.
So yes, bath mat, keeping.
Every last bit of building material is going to the builder to keep him going a bit longer, because many of his men are self-employed and will have about eight to ten weeks to survive until the government can bail out the self-employed.
It’s all about keeping going, which has been normal for round here forever. So, nice cupboard, yes please.
What is in your cupboard? Is it anything you are just going to hurl away when normality returns? If so, why is it in your cupboard?
It’s the William Morris saying isn’t it? Have nothing in your house which is not beautiful or useful.
And I don’t.
It’s all in the shed.