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The acts commenced on this ball of earth: Upon my tongues continual slanders ride,
You shouldn't walk into our garage. In fact, you are lucky. You can't walk into our garage. Our garage is full. Our garage doesn't have space for humans.
In reality, the above is an exaggeration. Only a slight one, mind. There is a narrow passage way for someone to move from the back of the garage to the front. Either side, rising up like a craggy mountain range in Afghanistan, are boxes. Cardboard boxes. Plastic boxes. Metal boxes.
To me, they are full of rubbish. To a teacher, they are full of resources. Let us open up a random box and see what is inside.
Corks.
Egg boxes.
Bits of cut up coloured cardboard.
A couple of pens.
A battered plastic vase shaped thing.
A brick.
Empty boxes.
Rubbish? Rubbish. However, a teacher is a kind of Super Blue Peter presenter who can make a teaching lesson out of sticky backed plastic and washing up liquid bottles. Here's one they prepared earlier, left in my garage. It is common knowledge that garages are not for cars, but I think we are taking it to extremes.
With the imminent arrival of Little Person No2, the spare bedroom will no longer be available for computers, books and other things that just make the living room look like an office. The computer can go in the dining room, but everything else will have to be relocated.
Where? Either the garage or the loft. The loft is a bit difficult to get into quickly, requiring a ladder. It is time to declutter the garage. Some teaching resources are really useful, some might be useful in a couple of years, and some are just plain rubbish.
The trick is to persuade my wife that the majority is the later and not the former.
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Would she actually notice if it gradually "disappeared" though? Try binning a box a week or so - and if she complains she can't find something, just say it must be buried under the other junk^W "resources" ;)
Or maybe not if you value trust and honesty. ;)
Congrats on the imminent arrival of the second, by the way!
Don't think this hasn't crossed my mind :)
Only problem would be when I was left with an empty garage and no explanation as to where it had all gone.
Posted by Paul at January 18, 2002 12:50 PMIt evaporated? Decomposed? Left home? ;)
Posted by Ce` at January 19, 2002 12:12 AMAnother child? See, this is the problem with having friends in other countries via usenet. You never hear any news except by accident
Posted by Avocado at January 19, 2002 05:30 AMYour solution here is clearly a fire. Not only does it dispose of all your crap, but you get to claim loads of stuff that wasn't in there when you file for insurance. :)
For this good advice, I shall claim a commission of one wide-screen telly as payment -- just add it to your fraudulent claim ;)
Posted by Aquarius at January 20, 2002 05:23 PMAquarius has clearly been watching too much Eastenders as many a problem was solved by starting a fire. Just look what happened to Frank Butcher.
Posted by Paul at January 21, 2002 03:16 PMGeorge settles into a pattern, Emilia gets slightly cheekier, I ponder on various things, I watch multiple football games, and read a lot (2)
Lots of work, lack of updates, a decision to make, George is getting fatter and the World Cup starts this week, (2)
George's 4 week birthday and Emilia's reaction to George (0)
It is interesting how two children from the same genetic stock can be so different. Even though he is only... (0)
It is 3am and the only way George will sleep is if I continually walk up and down the living room at a consistent and slow pace. (1)
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