I started operation cleanup about 3 hours or so ago. I really wish I hadn't even started.
We've got two bedrooms, the front one is quite a bit bigger than the back one but the back room has the brilliant view, the front one faces out onto the main road. We've got a king size bed and it takes up most of the space in the back bedroom and the front bedroom is just piled up with crap that we have moved in with (nearly 3 years ago), we just keep dumping rubbish in there, and more and more and more. We got woodworm in the dining room and we had to move everything that was in there up to the spare room too including my lovely computer desk, so I was set up on a temporary desk too.
Theres only one wardrobe in the back bedroom and one set of drawers, theres another set of drawers and another wardrobe in the front room that you can't get to, so there are clothes absolutely everywhere.
I've gotten rid of the single bed in the front room, thats going to my mum and dads, the king size matress is against the back wall in the front room, the base(s) of the bed are in the hallway and bathroom. The super computer desk is now assembled in the back bedroom.
I'm just eating lunch (or about to eat lunch) - a subway sue got me last night.
Shes working all day today and tomorrow till 8:30pm and we've been saying we'll do it and keep saying we will and we just end up watching TV or going out or whatever. I could have spent this weekend playing games or whatever but no, I get these crazy ideas into my head at 8:30am and decide to start mass furniture moving operations.
I need a shower, I also need somewhere to sleep tonight. I think 8 hours is plenty of time to have it done, then Sue can sort the clothes out on Monday.