Mopping up

I should be tidying. I need to be tidying. Less than four hours to go till the in-laws arrive and the food isn't started and the brass handles are dull.

I've made a start, though, giving up on any logical plan based on usage where putting away is concerned. Instead, I've grouped objects according to random similarities.

Thus the recorders on the piano share their space with the bicycle pump, thanks to a likeness in length and use of windpower. I suppose a tapeworm might fit in on an ornamental basis.

Now I'm off to buff up the children and pets and arrange them by height order, cross referenced by hair and fur colour.

You'll catch me in an hour or so experimenting with mood lighting. There's a choice of cross, very cross or simply furious.