'Dead' 'Things'

I found a very 'dead' loaf in a plastic bag yesterday. I think it was maybe a month or six weeks old, it was awful. It was sat on top of a bag of 'clean' washing, in my kitchen. I had a really lucky escape, because the wrapping had stopped it from corrupting the washing - which miraculously isn't even smelly from the 'adventure' it had there.

Of course my washing shouldn't have been in the kitchen. Nor should it still have been in the washing bag, but rather in my linen cupboard. And the loaf got lost because my kitchen is the worst spot in the house, as my 'before' photos will show when I manage to get them posted.

The washing is in my entrance hall now, on its way to the cupboard. The loaf made it into the dustbin, without even dribbling its guts onto my carpet, which again was a miracle.

I have the remains of last weeks loaf still sat on my kitchen table pile...

Small steps, often.