I can see the carpet apart from cake crumbs, bits of lace, shredded paper and a layer of dust.
I can almost get the doors closed on the lace cupboard.
I have six empty plastic boxes and enough empty plastic bags for 12 months of garbage.
And I can't stand Mozart.
I'm going through 40 CDs of mum's music, most of it Mozart, before I turf the lot to the op-shop.
Listening to 10 minutes of Mozart a day is supposed to be calming to the nerves and increase the brain power of children. *raspberries*
But I feel obliged to listen just once to something that she adores.
She wants the Requiem played at her funeral.
This means I have to keep listening til I find it.
The only way to get rid of a Mozart earworm is to play the 1812 Overture, loudly.