I have a new apron. I also have a house that looks a lot like a pigsty. So today I combined the two and wore my apron to muck out my pigsty. (My hair is in a pony tail and yes I should smile).
At the end of Phase One (the bedrooms) I ended up with a dirty clothes pile that blocked the doorway to the other end of the house.
Despite perplexing the dog, this pile served the worthy purpose of stopping me from having to look at the state of the TV room (Phase three). Which is as illustrated below.
Finally, and seriously, my heart goes out to everyone in NZ, and the Pike River miner's families in particular. My sister worked underground as a mining engineer in various coal mines for many years. I know what it's like to live with the knowledge that a loved one spends their working day kilometres beneath the surface - mostly you don't try to think too hard about it, and put your faith in the safety procedures that every mine has in place. There is nothing else you can do. It's beyond ghastly, what has happened, just devastating.