A wardrobe built-in to the eaves in the room that is now my study, packed full with boxes, cartons and packaging.
If there is one thing that I enjoy doing, and that I think I’m good at doing, then it’s organising. I love thinking through problems and trying to find the easiest, most efficient solution. What needs doing? What needs doing first? What tasks are dependent on x, y or z. It’s a skill that I clearly inherited from my Dad, whose day job was involved in various aspects of capital and systems planning within a large printed-circuit-board manufacturing company in Selkirk.
Setting up a new house is a strange, but enjoyable task — most of the time, when you’re not trying to break your toes kicking boxes in frustration! It became clear almost as soon as the removals men arrived that the only way to fit the bookcases into my study would be to sit them in front of the built-in wardrobe cupboards.
It didn’t take too long after that to realise that this significant, but now redundant, space could be used to house the empty cartons, boxes and polystyrene packaging used for protecting the TV, monitors, PC, microwave oven, etc. while moving. (I’m a believer in keeping the original packaging where at all possible.) I was quite pleased with that revelation.
So at the moment I’m trying to find as many empty boxes as I can to pack into that cupboard before I roll a stone in front of it (played today by a six shelf bookcase from Argos) and then unpack my books.
I’m not looking forward to carrying 15 boxes of books up three flights of stairs, however.