![]() ![]() He elevated procrastination to an art form. He had a broken window at the back of the house that another elderly neighbour swore had not been repaired since the Second World War. ![]() My previous next door neighbour was a recluse with a profound antipathy to DIY. Its shiny glowing newness puts my house to shabby shame. I wonder whether my current urge for order stems partly from the new neighbours who are renovating the formerly derelict house adjacent to mine. (I didn’t find one – yet.) Rookie mistake here: that’s a chair, not a bookshelf A little bit too fond: I recently googled it to see whether it is a clinically labelled condition. I’ve also always been fond of rearranging furniture and am constantly in pursuit of the perfect layout. It’s common sense that if you surround yourself with order rather than chaos, you will feel calmer and more in control of your life. I’ve long been a believer in the basic principles of Feng Shui (well, the lazy person’s version, that is – I don’t go in for all that purist business of deflecting poison arrows and hanging octagonal mirrors). Though hard work at the time, it’s definitely worth the effort. Today, I’ve spent best part of the afternoon clearing up my study – no mean feat by anybody’s standards, as you can see by the “before” photos here. On Wednesday, I spent about three hours sorting out my nine-year-old daughter’s bookshelves, alphabetizing the novels by author and sorting the non-fiction into classifications, as if her bedroom was a library. My home is looking as much like a showhouse as a Victorian cottage is ever likely to be. I don’t know what it is about this time of year, but in the last week or so I’ve been hurtling about the house in a frenzy, clearing out cupboards, rationalising bookshelves, streamlining wardrobes. Before: enter at your peril – and yes, that IS a spinning wheel in the corner ![]()
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