While I was busy, cleaning the kitchen. Tiding up after the children. Making countless meals for everyone. I heard drilling and other things moving up stairs. Such as heavy metal music, being played so loud I think the area could hear it.
I wasn’t about to investigate as I husband didn’t seem to be in the best of moods and he was using power tools.
So after grabbing the third lot of washing off the line, I went up asking if he wanted a coffee.
The landing was full of boxes, from the room of doom and he was behind the door. I popped my head around and “Wow! Shelves.”
I now have to organise them all as he has just dumped all the boxes onto them. So you can’t really say it is an improvement but never the less. I can now sort things off the floor.