I’m not known for my domestic abilities. I freely admit to needing help in many areas of which that is just one, and I’m altogether remiss at caring all that much about my lack of ‘The Nigella Gene’. It would seem that the virus is spreading though, leaving the sanctity of the cobweb-clad house and venturing out of the front door and into the family car.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you ‘The Playroom on Wheels’:
We have a seven seater car, but most of the time I ferry my children around with only 3 seats in the back. This serves the dual purpose of maintaining sibling harmony and leaving room for ‘stuff’. Sadly it also means that ‘stuff’ collects, dies and occasionally regenerates itself in the time periods between cleaning it all out. I took this picture today, there’s a lot more that you can’t see but I felt it was getting a little gratuitous and there’s no watershed on this blog.
For no apparent reason, we have:-
- A pair of ‘just in case’ wellies that don’t fit any members of our family
- Pull cord Woody, who has been separated from his hat (although amazingly that’s within reach too). Pull cord Jessie is around the back somewhere
- A lightsaber – because obviously it’s an essential weapon to have to hand at all times
- A drinks holder and various toys from *ahem* Macca Ds – I have NO idea how they got there
- One My Little Pony, possibly a little chewed
- Two Barbies, one of them has only one leg -she lost the other in a horrible dancing incident
- A ‘magic milk’ baby’s bottle
- A pack of Panini World Cup Stickers – only 300million more to go then
- A neck protector thingummy, despite the fact that we no longer have any babies in the household, and;
- An array of leaflets from Gullivers Land, Milton Keynes – what it is about Children and leaflets? There should be a law stating they must be placed a minimum of 1.5 m from the ground
This is the tip of the proverbial iceberg, there are bags and bags of stuff in the boot and in every door. I’ve tried different strategies to keep it tidy but nothing works. My next plan is simply to pull up next to the wheely bin every day and empty the contents into it, regardless of the screams…