Late-Summer/Early Autumn cleaning!

My, my, I am proud of myself today: I've managed to cut my brother's hair into a much nicer, shorter style than his previous Wolverine look, AND I've spent a good part of the day clearing out the clutter from my bedroom :o)

It's good to have a decent clear out every now and then, you discover things you had completely forgotten about. Now for a writer (and for me) that tends to be embarassing old poems that don't even belong with Hallmark, and very short stories. I did find one poem that I was quite impressed with, though, based on 'Animal testing'. . . delightful, eh? The thing that surprised me most about this one is that it doesn't rhyme. I mean, I know I've written poems with no rhyme scheme or rhythm before, just to attempt a wider range of styles, but I find those poems so unsatisfying to write and so clumsy to read that I rapidly returned to writing poetry in my own lilting fashion and soon destroyed all evidence of the experimental writing. Or so I thought...

Though I have admitted to being fairly amused by this hidden treasure, I am reluctant to publish it on the blog. Does anybody have any thoughts as to whether I should share it or not?

Back to the tidying. . .
I can now see carpet. This is new. . . I don't remember having carpet. . . hmm. . .

Other discoveries for today include:

• An essay on 'Unrequited love' in Twelfth Night which made me cringe (I can clearly see how vast the improvement in my essay writing has been since I left CNS at the end of my A levels! It seems so alien now, an essay without footnote referencing. . . WAS there really a time when I was oblivious to the Harvard referencing system?),
  
  
• A photograph showing me at the age of 7 or 8, with Adam aged 4 or 5, Andrew Davidson (same age as me) and his little sister Fiona (same age as Adam). Andrew and I look perfectly normal children; my brother on the other hand was wearing one of my dresses and a plastic beaded necklace, with Fiona by his side dressed in Adam's full Batman costume. They both look far too happy in their cross-dressing . . mind you, I seem to remember it being my idea, . . . what does that say about me? :op
  
  
• More than a few items of clothing I regret ever wearing, yet also wish I could still fit into,

and. . .

• About three million plastic bags!

Seriously, who needs so many?!
I'm hoping that by the time I have finished tidying this room I'll also have enough space (and fewer spiders to disturb) in order to move the room round a bit, make it look a bit different. It's been over a year since I rotated the furniture, and if you've ever lived with me, you'll know that this is something I like to do regularly. It throws the spiders off you see. . .

Right, well, I suppose I'd better get back to work; at the moment, my bed is so covered in belongings that even Stig would be uncomfortable sleeping there (apologies for literary reference, but if you don't know who Stig is, you shouldn't be reading my blog. Loser).
Laters! xxxx