One of the great sadnesses in the constant battle to tidy a messy house with no cupboards is the struggle of sorting things out into piles on the bed to be put away. Nine times out of ten, I get dragged away before the piles are completely removed and hidden out of sight. Then as we all go to bed, the piles get scraped back onto the floor. In the excitement of greeting the next new day, they then get kicked around into one big pile again.
By the time I get ten minutes to sort them out again, they've been added to, taken from, stepped on and had a nappy stuffed within them. Et, voila, back to Stage One.
It's no wonder I have a face like a smacked ar*se at times.