I know not where the minutes in each day go. But they must have been well spent in some shape or form as I am feeling on the content side of disorganised - rather than just disorganised. My wonky house is a little dishevelled. We started to paint the spare room - but to do that we had to replaster some cracks from when we polished the floor boards and had to remove the skirting boards and half the wall came off with it. Aah the charm of a house that's pushing the 120 year old mark. So to do that -we had to move all the furniture out ... into the hall and our bedroom and Edie's room. Then we realised that it was no good painting unless we fixed up the totally gappy window and smashed pane ... so 10 days later I am into a relaxed routine of stepping over mattresses, bed bases and side tables to get to my undies drawer, or to get Edie's clothes, or to go to bed ... sure I don't have a spare room in which to house guests - who arrive in 5 days - but it's progress. The window is fixed and the fireplace looks a treat ... if we get some warm ish weather the plaster will dry and the paint will go on ... you just have to relax, right? All this disorganisation has actually been creatively inspiring - so why not add to the chaos and rip out your entire fabric stash in dribs and drabs to make a new library bag? Seems perfectly valid, non?