...and then the doors fell off.

In between the real life stuff, I’ve been trying to do a scrapbook page for a challenge. It has a deadline and I’m in front of it, so I thought a five minute here and there method would work really well. By which I mean, five minutes to re-acquaint myself with the plan and twenty minutes of rifling through stash to choose something. Well, as lots of you know, I’m a sitter. I have a marvellous tractor seat stool which was temporarily unavailable to me. Yes, there was another bum in my workspace. Because it’s also the room where we keep the PC and the admin for the business, so I have to let him. Although he usually stands, because I use the chair designated for PC use (which is on wheels) as an extra work surface when I’m erm, in the zone.

Not the LO I was working on, but a LO done for a challenge, so it all amounts to the same thing, huh.

So he used the stool and I cleared the chair of alphabet stickers all neatly filed (really) in colour order. It wasn’t hard, I just put them back on the shelf in the cupboard where they are supposed to live. So then I’m in the choosing stage, and on wheels, so whizzing the 3 feet between desk and paper stash shelf. Now my shelves are hidden by sliding doors. They were meant to have holes drilled in them to avoid the need for handles, but I got impatient at the fitting stage and so I just manage without. Occasionally, I’m untidy in the putting away and things stick out from the shelf into the sliding door runway place area. I didn’t notice that. And I rather over zealously whooshed one. And the doors fell off - with a crash. 

Well, it only looks a mess. I know where everything is. And with the doors on, it’s tidy.

Luckily, he laughed. Explained the laws of runners, blocking the runners, sliding doors, crashing, blah blah blah. And I regretted wearing flip flops.