Today I had an assistant with War On Clutter and thus a half hour job took two, and at some points I honestly thought I was going to have a stroke - like when she unpacked the fabric box I'd just spent ten minutes sneezing-over and folding neatly. And then there was the moment when she popped a balloon right behind me (I have a balloon phobia at the best of times) - yes, nothing to do with tidying, but I Have Suffered.
The basket that used to be the dumping ground for fallen-by-the-wayside sewing projects (including a quilt I started when pregnant with Miss 5 in 2004 - ahem) has been recycled as a shoe bucket. I'm hoping this may help with the daily morning shoe scrabble. When I see a shoe, into the basket it goes and in theory, it'll be easy to find them when I need them.
I SAID In Theory.