Way back at the end of the December I decided that I would look at the messy places in my house and say goodbye to as many of them as I could.
I actually said one place a day but that soon went by the board and in many ways I am more pleased with the way that I have gone. You see, I think that what has been happening is that my house has been losing weight. If I had set out to lose weight from my body I would have fallen off the wagon and not got back on, but with my house I have repeatedly taken myself in hand and got back to the job and refused to be discouraged.
Instead I have set to with a will and the Room of Doom is well on the way to be the playroom of my dreams. I can walk in and out without endangering myself and I can sit at the desk knowing that I can actually use it. I am not kidding myself that I have thoroughly decluttered (I've got a splendid storage unit which hides a multitude of sins) but I can continue with the process of sorting and slinging far more easily.
The kitchen too has profited from the extra attention and I have been able to undertake the major project of doing a lot of the cooking for a party to which 150 people were invited. However, the jam jar mountain still needs sorting. I have sorted the dining room/sewing room/spare bedroom to the extent that I can swap it around within a day but the size of the fabric stash is still shameful.
There is still a very long way to go (and the garage won't even get started until 2016) but I know that if I achieve as much in the next six months as I have in the first half of the year I shall have cause to be proud.