Sorry for the delay, I’ve been a tad frazzled. My doctor put me on steroids and some other medications that have completely fried my ability to focus on anything for more than five minutes. I won’t use the word manic, but let’s just say confused enthusiasm has been ruling the roost.

*see also pretty serious steroid induced insomnia and panic attacks.

All of that meant instead of focusing on the simple job of sorting and cleaning the kitchen I have pulled half the house apart, and embarked on yet another sort and cull mission. You would think having already gotten rid of half my stuff over the past 12 months or so would have satisfied me, but it seems I’m still not where I need to be yet.

Today I wanted to sort the plastic container cupboard of carnage.

This of course is a quick job that will temporarily stack everything up nicely until the first time someone actually needs to get something out. Or… I could just fix the problem properly? and noisily.

I went with noisy and properly, well my quick and dirty version of properly because it’s a cupboard in a 40 year old kitchen and even I know when to just do a “close enough for government work” job.

I had to fight the urge to countersink the screws and paint the pine batons, but I really do have a thousand over things to do this week. However I reserve the right to come back later and give them a quick coat of paint, but only if I’m painting something else in the house and have some leftover.

Not pretty, but it’s now functional and it now won’t make swear every time I have to get something out of it. Now I can get back to the rest of the kitchen, hopefully without having to construct anything else.