Last week was half term and I promised Little Miss Green we’d sort out her bedroom.
After spending 30 minutes picking up 2 loads of washing from between all the detritus on her floor <sigh> we set to work in serious ‘declutter’ mode.
3 days later we emerged triumphant with 4 huge boxes of ‘stuff’ for the charity shop and a car load of recycling.
Her room was unrecognisable and she, although complaining for the majority of the time from start to finish, beamed with pride as she took in the loveliness of her room.
Ever since that busy time, Little Miss Green has either been outside sitting up a tree or lounging on her bed making the most of her calm, ordered space.
As you’ll be aware yourselves it’s one thing to do the decluttering and sorting; but it’s quite another to actually get the stuff out of the house, into the car and off to the recycling centre or charity shops.
On a beautiful sunny day we decided to rid our home of the past week’s work and arrived at our recycling centre to see a sight to behold.
“Not my responsibility!” was the phrase that came to mind. I’m afraid I slate the British attitude on my video, but ya know, being British myself, I think that’s ok; I can take it and I hope you can too.
I intended to finish off the film by urging you lovely people to be one of the one who cares but Mr G was signalling to me that the battery was about to run out. If you come across a scene like the one in the film, please be one of the people who actually takes action by ringing the appropriate people, rather than thinking someone else will have taken care of it as happened at our local centre…
If you don’t we might just end up with a Naples situation on our hands, and none of us would like that.