But that's not all. In addition, he was building a new, thankfully smaller, computer for NASA, so there were various computer components littered around the living room. Oh, and he has taken the caravan television to pieces too in a, so far unsuccessful, attempt to mend it.
I am fairly patient and long-suffering (Yes, I am, Kathy!) but if there's one thing which really, really gets to me, it's being surrounded by mess. It doesn't matter that, to Keith it's not mess but precious and interesting stuff, I have only to look around and my positive mood reading immediately drops to double negative with more negative on top.
So now, he's moved everything to the study upstairs. It meant that some of my stuff was unceremoniously ejected, but I can live with that on the basis of 'out of sight, out of mind' is far more bearable.
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Keith seems to be behaving like a caveman - bones and flint arrowheads everywhere. To make him feel more comfortable in his suburban cave may I suggest that you nip down to the local fancy dress hire shop to see if they have a Wilma Flintstone costume...."WILLLLMAAAAH!"
we inhabit the same sort of world!
partners!
YP, good idea. I quite fancy a Wilma costume and Keith dressed as Fred Flintstone - well, the mind boggles!
John, commiserations from a fellow sufferer. ;)
Be careful what you wish for. Did you know that the Flintsones once advertised cigarettes?
I know this has nothing to do with Keith's organised chaos, but I only found this out yesterday.
I know the feeling, but I have insisted from day one that all husband's bits and pieces live in either the study or the garage, otherwise they would be all over the cottage.
I didn't know that, SP.
CW, what we really need is a bigger house, I think. :)
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