Coming to the conclusion that we've gradually been living in a heroin den for the last few months. The freezer is in the middle of the kitchen so we can't get to the bin drawer so there's a bin bag next to the freezer. The island is covered in plastic sheeting which means we have to push it back to get to the hob even though the hob won't work because the socket is off the wall. Parts of the floor are bare of finish because I tested a palm sander on it, while the rest of the floor has a patina of plaster dust. Half of the wall is weathered plaster while another quarter of it is tentatively peeling unpainted lining paper. The lights in the ceiling were removed in October meaning we've been using wall lamps over the winter. Part of the coving is missing because it won't stay up because the wall isn't flat. Most non-essential kitchen equipment is in a bookcase in the lounge that is supposed to be in the dining room. And the milk's off.
What's the worst state you've found yourself living in, and how do you beat procrastination?
What's the worst state you've found yourself living in, and how do you beat procrastination?