Nesting urges

Blimey if I didn't know better, I'd think I was pregnant with all this nesting that I've been doing today!
Talk about out with the old and in with the new, although there is no new coming in.
I have given my wardrobe a real overhaul and filled a large sack full to the top with old clothes, underwear, shoes and scarves all for recycling, plus a large holdall of good stuff, but now too large for me, to eBay.
I still have a few things hanging up which I can't quite make my mind up about, but I'll take everything out that's left and have a trying on session when I have the energy.
Probably this time next Sept!

I think it's this fear that when I go into Papworth, that people will look at my bedroom and think that I am a right untidy wretch and plus I have clothes hanging up that I have forgotten about too. Plus it's easier if I want Oliver to bring a certain outfit into the hospital, if he can actually see the wood for the trees!
Plus, If I'm losing weight, then I better wear some of the new good clothes that I brought when I retired and stop saving them for best. As best time never really comes does it? When it is time to wear them, I'm having a fat day or it's raining hard and I end up in my old faithfuls instead.
So a new me, I'm going to stop slobbing about and start looking good.

I even brought some new boxes to store things away properly under my bed. Of course they were right in the furthest corner of B&Qs that you could imagine and I hadn't taken my 'go faster' walker with me.
This is when I know I've got a lung disease, that and when I'm bending over the bath, washing off my hair colour.
I was absolutely shattered after doing that task tonight and by the time I had regained a steady breathing rate and I had stopped feeling dizzy, my hair was dried flat to my head!

Ah well another day tomorrow!