'Whatcha gonna do then?'...

It's a concerning thing when the garden flora reflects ones immediate state of mind with such accuracy.

After a hectic house move (followed swiftly by a 'let's slow it all down apace' - no pun intended, foot injury).. We have found new 'everythings', from hairdressers to plumbers/electricians/roofers (unfortunately)/dentists (I broke a tooth as well, nothing to do with foot and mouth. In fact on the dental front it was considerably cheaper to travel for 3hrs each way back to the old one!) and chimney sweeps.. It's been quite a journey.

Anyway, today I ventured back to the start..into the Room Where We Put Everything We Didn't Know Where To Put.
I say 'in' and what I really mean is that I squeezed open the door, stood on a box and peered into the abyss.

Oh dear dear..
What to do?
Buy a (very) big old wardrobe? (And hire a skip?).
Find a tardis? (Time And Relative Dimensions In Space - for those not enthusiastic enough to recall).
Go to a cheap and cheerful superstore and set aside a couple of weeks  for large pieces of MDF,  instruction translation and serious Allen key revision ?
Or take the 'find a local joiner' route? Sigh.. Unreturned phone calls.. Sifting though quotes..

Actually, it's been quite helpful to think it through.
It's all going to be do-able... One step at a time.

Thank you Flora.