The last three weeks have been interesting to say the least. My daughter had surgery on her kidneys and bladder, then a week later I had surgery on my foot. To top that, I don’t cope well with anaesthetic as I’m allergic to all the drugs the doctors use, including pain-killers. Even though I’m still off my foot, I’m feeling pretty good now and couldn’t wait to write this blog. I may be feeling pretty good, but very sadly there has been an absence in my housework, and my house is falling down around me. You can’t see my sad and frustrated face, but it’s definitely there. Anyway, as they say your home reflects your personality, mine reflects a lot of different personalities. My family love living in their home, and in saying that, they love to make a lot of mess. Oftentimes leaving most of it for me to clean up. No can do right now and it can be quite distressing. Believe it or not I actually enjoy cleaning and take pride in my home and things, but a certain man in my life isn’t as fussy. He’s really good at the basics, but if he had to take care of the home in general it would end up a disaster zone. Lately, it’s fallen on his shoulders to take care of the everyday details and even though he’s trying his best, he doesn’t know where most things go. To a degree, it’s quite funny (and a little bit sad). In all the years that we’ve been together we had accumulated a great deal of stuff until I decided that was it. I had had enough of trying to organize the clutter without looking like a complete hoarder, only to find myself failing miserably the second the children came home from school and my partner from work. That was it….toys had to be culled, wardrobes dissected, kitchen crockery reassessed, and general items that had neither purpose nor beauty was either thrown out or donated. We had bags upon bags filled with goodies to go. I wouldn’t call myself a minimalist, but I certainly had ideas that would fall in the category of minimalism that day when i decided everything had to go. I wanted to be able to dust without knocking ornaments off shelves, or vacuum without having to dodge old barbie shoes or beads (OMG my pet…