I popped around to see a friend of mine a couple of weeks ago.
You know that feeling when you can just tell that you’ve walked right into the middle of something!
My friend looked exasperated and told me she’d just had yet another row with her son about his desire to turn the garage into a music room for him to practise with his band.
Considering the ‘noise’ that often emanates from his bedroom (he plays the drums!), I would have thought my friend would have been only too pleased to have him removed to the garage. I said as much.
‘But I can’t’ she wailed. ‘It’s where we keep everything, I’d have nowhere else to store things’.
So, she gave me a guided tour of the garage! I know, living on the edge, that’s me at the weekend 😉
I didn’t have to point out to her what the ‘storage’ comprised. Battered cardboard boxes, old towels, Christmas decorations, a broken vacuum cleaner – I even recognised an old shower head from when they got the bathroom re-done! A whole room, valuable real estate, was being used to store what was, quite frankly, rubbish. I’m not saying it needed to be a music room, but there are so many other ways of using all that space, besides storing clutter.
But my friend couldn’t let go. I think she found the prospect of clearing it out too over-whelming, even though deep down she saw the logic.
I dropped in again a few days later and heard loud drumming coming from an upstairs bedroom.
I didn’t say anything!
Have a great week 😊