‘You’ve cancelled our Skype twice now because of work on your flat. Is it falling apart?’
The answer is no. The reason there is suddenly so much work being done around here is that I finally got a contact at our landlord’s who, when I ring and say ‘The metal strip between Adam’s room and hall has lifted and is dangerous.’ Replies ‘I’ll have someone out tomorrow.’
As opposed to our previous contact who, when I said ‘the paint is chipping quite badly in the hall’ came ’round, took a mass of pictures and never did anything. My new contact, when I pointed out it was still chipping, came ’round, took a look, and scheduled the shower replacement and the repainting within in weeks. My first conversation about this? Was about a year ago.
But now the work is done. The en suite shower is replaced. The paint is fixed. The broken shower door in the hall bath is gone and a rail up instead, with a shower curtain I chose myself.
And now to organize.
The goal, overall, is to make the closets usable, rather than large dumping grounds, and to make Adam’s room as safe for him as possible. Adam’s room has always also been a dumping ground and is no way, shape or form safe for the toddler he is quickly becoming. I want to make it so we can put a stair gate up and leave him in there to play without supervision. We do have a playpen, but how cool would it be for him to have his *entire* room for that?!
So the large bookcases full of Mummy and Daddy’s books are being moved. The bits and pieces he has outgrown are going to be sold. The tall cupboards that hold his things will be fastened to the wall. And so on.
Because my baby? Is starting to walk: –