Loft!

I always thought that lofts were a Good Thing; somewhere to keep all that paraphernalia that I wanted to keep but didn't need on a daily basis.

Well, I've changed my mind. They are the Brian-child of a malevolent genie.

On the hottest day of the year so far, I found myself in a cramped, stuffy space full of boxes and mice pooh. Unable to stand straight it was extremely awkward lifting and lowering the items to BH at the bottom of the ladder.

And where did all this stuff come from!?

We decanted it all onto second son's bedroom, purging as we went. Do hope he's not planning on coming home any time soon...