After the hustle and bustle of the previous weeks, it’s now the Easter Bank Holiday. Clearly I didn’t feel I was busy enough, so I booked a skip to be dropped off. I know, I’m being very middle class. 🙂
After much sweeping, playing keep/throw/maybe, and occasionally some choice language, the conservatory is clear of rammel (junk/clutter). There’s space to spread out, look out into the garden, and I feel I can relax knowing the job is done.
There’s a few items to go to charity, but with the lockdown in effect, that’s not going to happen for a while. Still, maybe there will be space in the garage…. once I’ve dejunked that. Bugger 🙂
One thing about Spring Cleaning that’s always stuck me, is it it a nature or nurture thing? Is it the lengthening of the days, the brighter weather, or something in our body clock that makes us do what we do?
While the research is still ongoing on what makes us transgender, perhaps like Spring Cleaning, it doesn’t matter. What does, is not to fight our nature, but to accept and see where it takes us.
On a note about T, while clearing up I saw the old pirate chest I used to keep my ‘other’ clothes in. Wow, that must be nearly twenty years ago or more. Funny, if I look back I can remember the first wig I had, a few carefully folded clothes, and a few items of makeup.
Back then it was just myself and the Ever Lovely Mrs Jones. I had a job that had flexitime, so I was grabbing an hour here, an hour there, to be all of me. There was little chance of working from home given that job and the technology of the day.
Now my clothes are hung up, I’m enjoying regular night’s out to Chams, I get to work from home, and our two amazing kids are in our lives.
Despite the worry of what might be around COVID19, right now, the sun is warm, I can hear birdsong, and just maybe, I’ll enjoy the moment and think on how lucky I am. Plus, each time I think it’s Saturday, I realise that’s tomorrow and we’ve extra days off after that.