I have a rheum

"A rheum?"

"Yes, a rheum to do my work in."

"Oh, you mean a room?"

"Yes, that is what I said, a rheum."

I have cut out and thrown away three quarters of the horrible carpet (the other quarter has things standing on it which need to be moved before I can dispose of that). My single electric socket works. I have plugged stuff in and tested it, and everything has so far stayed on.

I need to put something down over the slashed underlay, but the bulk of the work of reclamation has been done. I feel proud. (And knackered. Let's not forget knackered.)

Yay. *waves hands feebly*

Goodnight all.

Further rheum developments

We have now reached the stage where I can't get into the room again thanks to the years of accumulated clutterbumph that I have dug out to be sorted, weeded and put back.

However, I have got access to the bookcase whose top gave way when I inadvisably tried to lever my bulk upright on it a long time ago. I have a cunning plan to deal with this, involving turning the entire concern upside down, so that the crunged top shelf is on the floor and held in place by weight of books. The new top shelf will then come with its own bookends in the form of the legs on which it stood.

This, however, will be a delicate operation involving moving a lot more stuff.

Plus, we are revising for an exam.

Oy.