Spent the afternoon sorting out the garage. again. How is it possible to accumulate so much stuff? Fishing rods unused for 35 years after the first overwind. 3 gearboxes and a V6 engine. A bicycle that no one has ridden since 2008. Two rusted microwaves, not working. 3 sets of racing tyres. A TV set. 3 Persian carpets waiting for the cats and dogs to go to pet heaven so that I can put them down on the floor again (I don't expect to even remember the patterns by the time I see them after all these years). Mother-in-law's old imbuia dressing table set with stool and two side cupboards 3 brass portholes and a ship's bell. Enough wood to build a small cottage in the back yard - that's why we've got it of course - our retirement home. A rope that can moor a trawler. An old safe that we bought on auction and were quite sure contained a stash of jewellery or valuable old share certificates - it took two days with oxyacetylene torches to cut through the door and find nothing inside! Outboard motors, oilskins, oars and other fishing paraphernalia. Thousands of nails, screws, washers, nuts, bolts, bits of wire, rubber, electric cord, piping. A fully equipped bar and accompanying decorations, racing trophies. Wall-to-wall and floor-to-ceiling shelving filled with STUFF. Definition of stuff: anything that fills an empty space.
All of these things don't really qualify for garage space, but have found their place amongst a collection of tools that a hardware store would envy and, oh yes, the 8 cars that live in the garage. We found one at the back that we had forgotten about.
One day we will have a garage sale to end all garage sales. Then we can convert the garage into a 3-bedroomed house. I can't wait.
We decided to have a cup of tea and sit under the milkwood tree outside and leave it for another day.
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