Changing Rooms at the House of the Living Dead

It has been a dreadful few days. Firstly, my daughter was struck down with a horrible chesty cough and fever on Boxing Day followed by SWMBO a day later and yours truly a day after that. This would not have been so bad except for the fact it has played havoc with all of our plans for the days between Xmas and the New Year. I was supposed to go round to Chris Hardman for a game of Battle for Germany (a really good WW2 boardgame based on 1945) on Wednesday (and to collect my green flocked Hexon) but sadly a horrible sore throat and a head full of cotton wool put paid to that idea. Unfortunately (and as if to compound my misery) I have still had to carry out the 'changing rooms' in preparation for the return of my son. For a variety of reasons (too numerous and tedious to relate) he is moving back in with us and so my new man cave has had to be sacrificed for the common good.

Sadly the area I am moving back into has been greatly reduced in size so it means that a large chunk of the collection has had to go into deep storage in the loft. The task was not difficult but time consuming, physically demanding and most certainly not what you should be doing when feeling as rough as I have been - commuting between the loft, the first floor and the ground with units, boxes and books etc is less than ideal when all you want to do is collapse under a duvet with a Lem Sip and hibernate until next April!

Still, it is pretty much done now and the single positive is that I have been able to put away some items that would have only been a distraction. What I have available and readily to hand is that which I should be concentrating on so I suppose it has done me a favour after all.