What’s on your Workdesk? Wednesday 631

631 already. And another week *pouf*, gone, just like that. 

We had a Murphy shaped delay in the cutting of the door. He seriously didn’t like the sound of the drill or other noisy stuff. And he very seriously didn’t like Mr Dunnit. It’s been a week! Now the insides of the cupboards are on view in the dining room again. They are modular, two of these sections fit into a frame that has sliding doors. I’d forgotten this and was so relieved when Mr Dunnit just pulled them out and stacked them up…I really thought I was going to have properly empty them!  Re-locating the door has meant a loss of about half a mete of work surface. I’ve brushed this off as a complete non-issue. He’s not to worry or be sorry about that, after all, there’s plenty of room isn’t there. I’m silently shrieking inside though….it means I’m going to have to be a bit tidier and decide on the priority of stuff that needs to sit on the worktop. Turns out half a metre or so is a big thing. Size matters. The shelves on the floor (cream coloured bits of wood) have been washed and reassembled into the corner unit to house my wood mounted collection. I’ve curated them ruthlessly before re-loading the shelves. I’ve thrown two away - perished by age, and I’ve got four to part with. Ruthless. 

Please show and tell your week’s story, your inspiration is never lacking and at some point, I will stop writing about it and actually get this lot sorted. Tally ho!