Hoarding - Springing Ahead

pigpen

Sis just moved and is begging lol.. she had a lot of stuff she had to leave when she moved a couple of weeks ago. I only had dessert spoons and spatulas but she took a bag full of those. I replaced all my pans a couple of years ago so have none spare. My house isn't much looking like mine downstairs.. I have to keep going upstairs to look at my mess to make myself feel better lol

anirtak191

well i know after not sleeping at all last night, due to someone snoring, going to get an hour earlier was a bad idea, just woke up.

ha ha ha gq, you say about your inner hooligan coming out with the bonfire and for some strange reason i got a pic in my head of you dancing around a bonfire with a garden fork in your hand :rofl:

triker, when i have done bootsales in the past, usually with stuff ive been given other people are getting rid of, or the other thing i used to take a trip now and then to auctions and just pick up a load of any boxes that were going really cheap.
id put a sign on the table everything on this table 50p, would usually get rid of 60-80% of the stuff, depending on where i go and what the day was like. and id have a seperate table then to try and sell handmade baby quilts, crocheted shawls and cards that i made.

for some reason ive woken up fancying spag bol with cheese on top of course and garlic bread, but dont have all that here so will see if im still up or what time i get up if i manage to go back to sleep and get the bits tomorrow.

we are lucky atm in powys, they dont fine us as far as we know for not recycling, yet, witch is a good thing as when they dont pick our rubbish up on occasion, hubby says why should he bother and just throws eveything in the black bag. we never had any problems, it was collected every week, and if you spoke nice to one or 2 of the bin men they would even take an item they werent sposed to, if it was heavy they would say yeah next week just leave it down the bottom and we will chuck it on the lorry for you. since they started the recycling we get weeks where its not picked up, and as we found out unless we actually called to say it hadnt been it wouldnt be, we left it about 6 weeks the once and then rang, they said it would be picked up next day or 2 and it ended up not getting picked up until the day before the next bin day.

well i spose i should look for something to eat all i had is a packet of crisps this morning, and a slice of cake with a cuppa when i got in. if i lived anywhere else there would probably be a chippy i could run to, but round here, they close by 11.

GreyQueen

I use a garden fork and a sprung-tined fork, to drag all the debris into the centre of the fire, so it all burns up, but have managed to avoid dancing around the fire, for now. I'm in sight of the street when on my allotment, so would probably draw a crowd of amused onlookers.

Today's cunning plan involves limbering up for the day's gardening. I have now decided that a steel window frame (minus glass) which is the twin to the steel windowframe (with glass) on my cold frame can go down to the metal recycling bit of the tip. I won't be getting it reglazed and building a second cold frame and it's just clutter. It's one of the few things I have actually brought onto the allotment which could be describes as clutter; mostly I have been dragging stuff off the surface and digging it from underground and getting it to the tip.

It'll be awkward to transport, but I think I could sort-of 'wear' it whilst pushing the bike to the tip (about half a mile from the lottie) and then bike home from there. Sometimes, the scrap man comes down the street where the lotties are, but I haven't seen him for yonks, and I'd have to be fast tograb it and run after him, which'd be amusing to attempt.

I do envy people with cars. I drive, but can't afford one, and dislike being a PITA by imposing on friends to take me places to do stuff. I spend a fair bit of time thinking about logistics. It's amazing what you can shift on foot, or by pushbike, but you do need to be orgainised about it.

If the weather settles in dry, I shall treat part of my lottie shed with wood treatment today. Can't treat it all as there are plants in the way of some of it for the next few weeks. It's a big tub of C*prinol, and I'd love to finish it up and have the space it's occupying, but it'll take several more treatments before that's done, I reckon.

Righty, better shove an iron over a few clothes and get them put away. Bor-ring.

whitewing

The recycling is being sorted, thankfully.

I have also reorganised some of DH's drawers and put some of his socks for recycling (he knows about it).

Some linen is also going.

Some T shirts and blouses will go to my mum. They were given to me by a relative. Nice but won't go with any of my clothes but my mum tends to wear plain bottom halves.

short_bird

whitewing wrote: »

Perhaps they were your mum's, shortbird? Could she be a dehoarder!

Nope, hers is still at home in one of those glass fronted cabinets filled with an assortment of stuff from departed relatives...

dktreesea

GreyQueen wrote: »

.........I have also found some stuff which shouldn't have been in there, vacuumed out some fluff and washed the tiled floor of the cupboard. It's astonishing how easy it can be to forget what you own and where you've put it. Goodness knows how people who have lived in the same home for decades cope.............

whitewing wrote: »

.... I will have to be careful that the situation doesn't make me grind to a halt....

I realise I am taking these comments a bit out of context, but recently we had to remove a desk and replace it with another desk. I didn't actually do this task, except to pop into the room and "stare, fascinated" (not my words) at the mound of dust that had built up around and behind the desk being removed.

It made me think about the function of our hoard and what grinds to a halt as a result of it. And I've realised there is so much of our house that doesn't get to be cleaned because of the hoard. One room gets vacuumed, all available 2 metres, if that of it, in a jiffy. Henry the vacuum cleaner, doesn't even come in, just stands at the door and gives me a definite "I'm not going in there!" stance . Our attic is huge and takes a good hour to clean properly when it's empty (the effort it took when we first moved in here). Current cleaning regime? 5 minutes. With Henry only coming to the first landing because the upstairs plug is...yes, well, it's been a while, I actually can't remember where it is.

Maybe hoarders aren't collectors at all. Maybe we're people who hate cleaning and dusting (it's not safe to dust a hoard piled high, plus most of the dust you'ld have to body surf our hoard to get to!) and care about the lives of our vacuum cleaners who would probably expire in three or four years if they had to vacuum the whole available floor in our house every week.

I have an aunty who vacuums and mops every day. The place looks like a show home. She says she can get around her whole place in a couple of hours. 2 hours a day.... 365 days a year.... Sometimes, when no one in the house is listening - they all hate The Things - I think of her and whisper a thank you to the hoard....

whitewing

You can have a dehoarded house and not clean for 2 hours a day, lol.

DD has been in the paddling pool all day, I dropped off 1 bag of clothes and a book to my mother.

My brother has sorted out the bodged diy job.

Some vegetables have gone into home made pickle - it has only been in the cupboard since xmas or so.

GreyQueen

I'm suffering a bit from CBA. Have painted most of my shed today, second coat tomorrow, weather permitting. Feeling a bit p'd off due to two consecutive nights' of disrupted sleep due to a bliddy neighbour. I mean, you have all day to do stuff and you have to rummage in a wardrobe at s*dding 1 AM?!

I cleared off the floor so's I could vacuum. But now have the sofa piled up with stuff and unusable and the kitchen is a bomb site. I need a kick up the arris. Really want to get the kitch sorted, and the bin out, binmen cometh early tomorrow morning, I think.

OK, I have a plan. Gonna put something rocky on the stereo, set the timer and power on through some chores. Hmm, bearing in mind the isshew, I think Waking Up The Neighbours by Bryan Adams is about the best thing. Rawk and roll.............:rotfl:

ETA Awesome. Did no end of cleaning in 30 minutes. And have switched to some obnoxious indy rawk for dessert. Such a pleasure to make the beyatch listen to me instead of the other way 'round. MwahHaHa.........

anirtak191

gq having to laugh at your last post, lol, youd hate me as a neighbour, ive always been a night owl, and i dont always sleep well in the night.
most of what i do is done at night, i seem to lack energy when i try through the day, and definately lack enthusiasm, especially if i didnt get much sleep the night before. problem is i trya nd make my self stay awake until a decent time say 10pm, and by 9pm im wide awake with more energy than i had all day.
altho i do try to not do anything too noisy through the night and unfortunately my hoovering gets put off quite often because of it.
we had sliding doors on our built in cupboards but they kept falling off and i lost my temper and took them, have to say they are really noisy as i hear my neighbours opening and closing theirs at stupid o clock in the morning. unfortunately thats usually the nights im trying to actually get some sleep as i have stuff to do the next day.
unfortunately we cant pick our neighbours tho, witch is why if i ever was able to id buy a field and build my house in the middle and not have any

lobbyludd

anirtak191 wrote: »

if i ever was able to id buy a field and build my house in the middle and not have any

me too

I love my immediate neighbours on either side and quite a few up and down the road, I even have soft spots for the random students, especially those from the music college who on a balmy eve start off with a quartet with flutes followed by rock and indie into the night (on a weekend only - they're very civilised and go out at 11).

but there's also across the road who insist on forgetting their keys and banging loud enough to wake all the street other than their house-mates at 3 o'clock. and the rugger-lads behind to whom every 2nd word is f'ing and jeffing and don't get that putting your speakers on the ledge outside your bedroom blasting out to the 6 connected gardens, none of which is more than 4 meters long means that we can hear your music louder than you can.

it's very a good thing that I don't own a gun. I am quite a good shot, but even aiming for the speakers ricochets can happen.

my mother used to say she wanted to live in the middle of nowhere without neighbours: I thought she was mad. I don't now.