Friday, April 04, 2008
The Third Room
When we first moved to the highrise, we had no idea what we would do with a spare bedroom. R took it as his bedroom, but it was too close to the living area and soon moved to the next room along the way. So our spare room is the one nearest the living area. It is for guests to sleep in (advise, never have a spare room, guests will come) and a place to dry clothes and the spare room wardrobe is for storing stuffs. The Highrise could be renamed the inner city motel.
Arriving here from a place with a courtyard with a pull out clothes line, how we would dry clothes was a bit discussed before we moved here. I said no problem, we will get a clothes rack and dry them on that. I couldn't see us drying everything in the clothes dryer.
Once we moved in, R and a friend were discussing moi and how long I would last hanging clothes on a clothes rack. Shirl will be over it very quickly, was the summation. As you can see, I am still doing it. Jocks, socks and frilly knickers go in the dryer. Hang on, no frilly knickers in this household. I am not pissing about with umpteen small things, but pretty well everything else goes on the clothes rack for a couple of days to dry. My luxury is my work shirts go in the dryer, coz then I don't have to iron them.
As you can see, the wardrobe it is full of junk. It is our storage place, well one of them. But over time, we have organised it quite a bit. On the other side is a chair with potting mix under it, and a large box of washing powder sitting on the chair. The shopping jeep is next to that and then large plastic cartons of stuffs such as paints, screws, electric stuffs, audio and visuals stuffs, plumbing stuffs. Cartons are neatly packed and labelled.
Hanging in the wardrobe are cords for various computer related devices etc, and shirts drying. Cords can be pushed to one side. When drying shirts are not there, there is hanging space for visitors and the clothes rack, if I am not organised well enough to have nothing on it when visitors arrive, goes to my bedroom. It gets in my way though, when it is my bedroom.
As for the visitors who occupy the spare room, I recall Dame M saying fish and visitors go off after two days.