If you're married to an inventor, you know what I'm talking about. Every item stored has a purpose, or might have, one day. There are many, varied, potentially useful items, large and small. None can be disposed of. The shed overflows into piles around the garden, the outside undercover area is unuseable most of the time. The "office" is piled high and projects continually appear on the dining room table. Yes, I can see some of you wryly smiling in recognition. You other lucky women are shaking your heads in disbelief that anyone could live like that. Blessedly ignoant woman, let me shock you more. The project which remains spread over the dining room table and the experiment in the undercover area- they may not be touched, not one item, until The Inventor has completed his work. It's not how I work and the clutter drives me crazy, but I think a lot of inventors work this way. Ideas continually bounce around in their heads, and it gives them comfort having things around that can help them work with the ideas. Well, that's the case with My Inventor, anyway.
In Ipoh he will have access to a lab. Maybe that will mean I'll have less mess around the house and less disharmony within it. Before then, though, we have to tidy up the remnants of a few dozen ideas that are scattered around our Cairns home, and make it habitable. Welcome to my world.
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