Minnie’s Musings

Came down, down, down in rushing, rising rivlets.

About 10 days too late to rescue some of my pots, which I had been carefully nursing back to life.

I am waiting for the soothing effect of a change in the weather to permeate through the house so the task I have set myself is not an exercise in sweat.

I have a large collection of puzzles which – I have finally decided after years of spousal grumbling – needs a purge.

Of course my idea of a purge is not what his idea of a purge is. I have my favourites and I am going to keep them. I have a lot of favourites. Some have sentimental value, some are beautiful, some are tricky and yet to be conquered to my satisfaction. So I am keeping them.

Anyway, when I bought my enormous collection of ‘stuff’ back home from my last school, I had to make room for it. Purchase of rather nice filing cabinet for a tenner off Market Place did for my worksheets, but it ousted my puzzle cupboard, which I decided to dismantle.

Well, chests of drawers full of puzzles simply will not do. They are awkward and the boxes get stuck. So, while Best Beloved is glued to radio listening to the Lions trounce Australia (please let me not have spoken too soon) I am going to reconstruct my puzzle cabinet where it will sit on the landing. If I put all three shelves back into action it should reduce the temptation to stash the detritus of family life on top as it is a little high for random placement of dirty cups and pillow cases.

Then I shall take the remainder down to the charity shop in the hope that the pennies they earn will benefit someone.

See, am thoroughly organised and disciplined saint.