Imagine the icon on rewind.
I want a reward. Or I want a reward to be waiting for me, when I've actually finished what I'm doing. My arms are all wobbly from carrying home four plastic boxes (which weren't that heavy, but just a bit awkward), and I've now filled six plastic crates with books. Which isn't all my books, but considering I've been on book-rations since I've lived here, is probably about 90%. I've been working on the paperwork since then; 12 months worth of bank statements and bits of paper. Huge amounts of shredding and recycling have taken place.
The only difference between my room now and before I started it that the shelves have boxes on, not books. My desk, wardrobe, drawers and the rest of the space is still the same. Once I have finished with today's task (shelves) and the bed is a place I can sleep on again, I shall attempt to mentally summon some chocolate. And ring the TV License people.
The only difference between my room now and before I started it that the shelves have boxes on, not books. My desk, wardrobe, drawers and the rest of the space is still the same. Once I have finished with today's task (shelves) and the bed is a place I can sleep on again, I shall attempt to mentally summon some chocolate. And ring the TV License people.