15 minutes and one clothes rail

The final link in the chain of bedroom tidying.

The clothes rail. Always useful for hanging clothes on or in my case throwing clothes over and under. So tonight I thought, what should I do? Should I do nothing? I felt like doing nothing. I almost did nothing. But I have to do this. So I gave myself 15 minutes to do the clothes rail.
I switched the radio on, threw all the clothes on my bed. Put in jumble the ones that I never wear; the mistaken hormonal purchase, the rather disgusting maternity trousers - yep - still there after 3 years (infact maybe they were the ones that I didn't wear during my last pregnancy, so infact have been hanging up - or rather, draped over the rail for 5 years!)

How bad does that sound.

I put on Radio 4, lit a smelly candle, sorted, cleared and tidied. Finished 1 hour later. I meant to do just 15 minutes, but really wanted the job to be done.

What would I have done if I hadn't have tidied? Well - eaten chocolate, surfed the web, face book, flickr, stumbled - lost myself in photographic processing.

Funny - I used to be slim and messy, now I am chubby and getting tidier every day. Not very sexy! I am getting boring?

Better chuck those chocolates out now.

The clothes rail. I love my clothes rail. J doesn't get it, being a more of an inbuilt cupboards kind of a guy, rather than a second hand vintage furniture gal like me. Bet he likes it better now though.

Ohhh - lovely to see some people are reading this.
Anyone know how I can reply to comments? I really appreciate them, but for some reason when I try to reply nothing appears.