Bits

I'm supposed to be in ruthless mode . . . I've got a quote for new flooring. It's expensive, but I think it's what I need. I have to have the house sorted and ready to be "moved" in a few weeks. There are half packed boxes in every room. So when I look at a shelf like this, a little voice says, "You don't need it. It's not efficient. Clear it away!" But it's only a little voice, and there's another voice that says, "These scraps of fibre are precious. I love these jars. Efficiency be darned!" These are scraps of silk, hand-spun and hand-dyed wool and other treasures which I've been saving to spin into some novelty yarns. All my little offcuts go into these glass jars. Fortunately this shelf is attached to the wall. I don't have to do a thing to it for the floors to go ahead. So I've decided to declare it exempt from the efficiency drive. I'm not going to touch it. But I'd better get on and pack another box of books before lunch or I'll be no further towards my goal.