The Loft

I still have a few boxes to put back in the loft but I thought it was about time I told you of a success story so here it is. With illustrations.

After a few months of lugging boxes down from the loft, sorting them, cataloguing their contents and heaving them back up again we have a tidy loft with accessible contents whose whereabouts are known. How wonderful is that? The result may not look much tidier than the original photos but I assure you it is.

And there are nine boxes less than there were. I still worry a bit about the weight that’s being put on the loft flooring but at the moment I’m more worried about the 80 mph gales that have just ripped out a piece of fencing and sent it across the car park of the Doctors’ surgery next door. Plant pots are skidding around the patio, spilling their contents and colliding with patio furniture and a host of other objects only half of which I recognise – suggesting the other half have made it over the fence from a neighbour’s. If anyone thinks I’m mad enough to go and investigate in this wind/rain/hail they’ve got another think coming, especially since the local traffic reports are full of blocked roads as trees come down all over the place.

But back to the loft…

This, believe it or not, is the most important part of the loft – a six foot by four foot space next to the access hatch. At long last I can climb in and out without having to negotiate loads of rubbish stored items.

I haven’t been well enough to check that the roof is still on but, assuming it is, the loft is FINISHED for a few months at least. What I need now is the discipline to make sure that when I change the location of anything in there I make a note of it on the catalogue of contents.