Our loft space is empty. Well I think it is, haven't looked up there since we moved in.
That's because it is all in the cellar. It is full of bin liners with stuff in that I don't remember. There's an old fireplace, a bed, tonnes of tools, suitcases of clothes 'I'll get into them one day', books, DVD's, electrical c**p that hubby 'might need one day' - lord knows what else is lurking there I never go down. I just throw things down there from the top of the cellar steps.
Don't worry about the spinners, I'm sure I'll have forgotten all about them again soon. Only just remembered that I've still got mum's electric sewing machine up there after "borrowing" it last year
Yvie: I also had a little chuckle as I imagined you tossing an old VCR down the cellar steps, hearing it crash below, then shutting the door and walking away
M-U....our basement is the full size of the bungalow . . . large chest freezer, spare fridge and tumble drier. Units from old kitchen (you forget what's in them) Spare lawnmower
and all garden tools. Tins of paint, bags of compost. Plastic table and chair, very useful for sitting potting up on a wet day.
That's one room. Others have bags of sand, bricks, hardened bags of cement etc etc plus all the things that "might come in useful". . . . .. ..
M-U. . . access from outside so have to cart stuff up and down back steps. . . fairly goes for the knees . . . one of the reasons I got a man to cut the grass from this year.
We've got more chargers than the light brigade and then there's those things for changing the current and then there's those cables for getting on the internet grey and yellow. Male and female joining thingies. We've got more cables than Indiana Jones has snakes and I haven't got a clue what theyre for . They're in knotted carrier bags which will probably biodegrade before I get round to binning them. There's even an ancient computer complete with really floppy discs and a printer to match. And then there's the cdroms which cost a fortune and are now only fit for scaring birds off the vegetable patch which we haven't got.
I wouldn't mind but there's a pc world half a mile down the road in case I really needed to replace anything.
I remember mending a scart with a matchstick. I find it hard to chuck the stuff away as I can't identify it but then I suppose that's the best reason for chucking it - but what a waste
Built-in obsolescence makes me mad. In the "good old days" you expected to be able to repair everything, including small electricals; my parents loved their toaster, one of those with flop-down "doors" either side, and elements consisting of mica strips in the centre, wound with wire. Lethal if you touched the element... but none of us ever did, of course, and minor repairs were easy to carry out. I still have it in the attic. Couldn't bear to throw it away after Pa died & Mum went into care. (It might "come in handy one day...")
I had my first electric hand mixer for 32 years before it finally went up in smoke. Every few years I'd take it apart to clean the cocoa powder etc out from inside the body, and each time there was a spring which would fly across the room, and I'd have to work out how to fit it back together again! The new mixer has inaccessible safety screws holding it together, and a sealed plug. Ok, they're cheap, but it's not the point - as my mother, who lived through the war, would have told me.
Since 2019 I've lived in east Clare, in the west of Ireland.
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Our loft space is empty.
Well I think it is, haven't looked up there since we moved in.
That's because it is all in the cellar. It is full of bin liners with stuff in that I don't remember. There's an old fireplace, a bed, tonnes of tools, suitcases of clothes 'I'll get into them one day', books, DVD's, electrical c**p that hubby 'might need one day' - lord knows what else is lurking there I never go down. I just throw things down there from the top of the cellar steps.
Don't worry about the spinners, I'm sure I'll have forgotten all about them again soon. Only just remembered that I've still got mum's electric sewing machine up there after "borrowing" it last year
Yvie: I also had a little chuckle as I imagined you tossing an old VCR down the cellar steps, hearing it crash below, then shutting the door and walking away
M-U....our basement is the full size of the bungalow . . . large chest freezer, spare fridge and tumble drier. Units from old kitchen (you forget what's in them) Spare lawnmower
and all garden tools. Tins of paint, bags of compost. Plastic table and chair, very useful for sitting potting up on a wet day.
That's one room. Others have bags of sand, bricks, hardened bags of cement etc etc plus all the things that "might come in useful". . . . .. ..
That's after previously had two skips to clear it
M-U. . . access from outside so have to cart stuff up and down back steps. . . fairly goes for the knees
. . . one of the reasons I got a man to cut the grass from this year.
Yep. . . age is a bu##er even at 27
We've got more chargers than the light brigade and then there's those things for changing the current and then there's those cables for getting on the internet grey and yellow. Male and female joining thingies. We've got more cables than Indiana Jones has snakes and I haven't got a clue what theyre for . They're in knotted carrier bags which will probably biodegrade before I get round to binning them. There's even an ancient computer complete with really floppy discs and a printer to match. And then there's the cdroms which cost a fortune and are now only fit for scaring birds off the vegetable patch which we haven't got.
I wouldn't mind but there's a pc world half a mile down the road in case I really needed to replace anything.
Oof, the piles of defunkt technology in this house makes me weep (as a child of War babies who were taught to reuse and make do).
I remember mending a scart with a matchstick. I find it hard to chuck the stuff away as I can't identify it but then I suppose that's the best reason for chucking it - but what a waste
Built-in obsolescence makes me mad. In the "good old days" you expected to be able to repair everything, including small electricals; my parents loved their toaster, one of those with flop-down "doors" either side, and elements consisting of mica strips in the centre, wound with wire. Lethal if you touched the element... but none of us ever did, of course, and minor repairs were easy to carry out. I still have it in the attic. Couldn't bear to throw it away after Pa died & Mum went into care. (It might "come in handy one day...")
I had my first electric hand mixer for 32 years before it finally went up in smoke. Every few years I'd take it apart to clean the cocoa powder etc out from inside the body, and each time there was a spring which would fly across the room, and I'd have to work out how to fit it back together again! The new mixer has inaccessible safety screws holding it together, and a sealed plug. Ok, they're cheap, but it's not the point - as my mother, who lived through the war, would have told me.
And if the headlight went in your car, you could buy a bulb