The house is a fecking bomb site. I am well known for my tolerance for mess, but currently I have no tolerance for mounds and mounds of fabric bloody everywhere! The laundry is full of mounds of clothes and sheets. The walk-in wardrobe got mounds of clothes and sheets shoved into it so the cleaner could come during the week.
I have had a little rant to DH about how this weekend we’re sorting and donating/binning things, and if he gets confused about what is and isn’t for donation and keeps back bags “for Jane to check” which then end up emptied onto the laundry floor and back in the washing rotation, I am going nuclear.
That’s it! All this shit’s going to go!