Spring cleaning

is still continuing.
The trailer is overflowing.
The sense of achievement I got tipping a whole big plastic bucket of C.R.A.P. from the Big Boys’ room was probably not warranted. But there’s also the overflowing big garbage bag of soft toys to go to Vinnies. And the knowledge that they are no longer in my house. And that the dress-up basket now only has dress-ups in it that have elastic that is still elastic and so on and so forth is making my skin feel rather clean.
Now all I have to do is stop looking at people’s amazing nurseries (h&B and angry chicken, I mean YOU TWO) and I’ll probably feel a whole lot better.