Bubbles was driven to the airport by Kaz's husband, who I now dub 'The Lifesaver', because he has come to our rescue on so many occasions for emergencies and other moments of need.
He is a good and kind man and we regard him (and Kaz) as valued and cherished friends.
Anyway, as I was saying ...
Bubbles left for the airport at 10.30am and when she had gone, I sat quietly for an hour contemplating my next move.
We have carpet layers coming tomorrow morning to lay new carpet in our bedroom, so the plan of action was to clear as much furniture and belongings out of the room as possible, so that by morning, we would only need to remove the bed.
I began clearing my dressing table.
I'm not sure that you understand the enormity of this task.
I possess two very large, very full jewellery boxes. They contain very little of value. Mostly dress and junk jewellery, but there is a LOT of it.
Beside my jewellery boxes, are 3 wire jewellery racks, which I initially bought to display jewellery at my market stall. When I withdrew from the markets, these racks found a new home on my dressing table, displaying my own jewellery.
My large dressing table mirror also acts as a rack for my larger beaded necklaces to drape over.
On the edge of the dressing table, there is space for a very small television screen.
It took me one hour to clear the mess. This does NOT include tidying the jewellery boxes, which are in desperate need of exactly that. One hour just to make the dressing table top clean.
Adoring Husband arrived home from his trip to the Gold Coast just as I was finishing this job and he immediately joined me in the massive bedroom clearing task.
Five hours later, we had cleared and cleaned all of the timber furniture (except the bed), washed the walls down with sugar soap, cleaned the windows, cleaned the ensuite bathroom, vacuumed the carpet, cleaned our large bedside lamps (this was a chore all on it's own), cleared what was left out of the walk in robe and removed the door.
I cooked dinner while AH began assembling the furniture that we'd bought on Friday. He assembled all but one cupboard.
Every muscle, every bone and every joint in my body is aching. I imagine that a body might feel like this after running a marathon! I don't ever intend to find out for sure!
This evening, I sat back in our new recliner lounge and watched The Voice and the end of the final of My Kitchen Rules.
I don't mind telling you that it took quite a bit of loud effort to remove myself from said lounge. I grunted and groaned my way to the desk to write this post and I'm feeling every bit of my 53 years.
Another bee shot from yesterday.
I hear my pillows calling my name.
Today, I am grateful to The Lifesaver, for once again coming to our rescue.
Nite all.
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