An absolutely stuffed recycling bin
Well things are proceeding, but damned slow. I'm held up somewhat by a work injury which is nagging and painful but not particularly debilitating*. Anything to do with the back is a pain, but as it is keeping me from the gym and on a succession of pills I've been a foul humour. I'm just about keeping afloat in work, but it's hard to get any of the extras done as it's making typing difficult and bah, humbug, fiddlesticks - that's quite enough self pity right there.
Frankly there are folks out there with bigger fish to fry. I would suggest you go have look.
My pal Donogh taught me something once that was worth knowing; you never clean up a room in one go. There is always a point at which you have to look at the chaos around you and say "Well, I'm going to pick this one thing up and put it in it's place. Then at least I will have that done." I think the lesson of that phrase is that even small amounts of progress are still progress and the persistence is a virtue worth cultivating. With that in mind, though I haven't been able to clean the floor of the War Room to start staining it, I've at least been able to clear most of the box room.
Part of that has been a major campaign to downsize the plastic mountain - which mainly consists of cutting figures off sprues and chucking them in zip lock bags. It is extremely unlikely that I will be buying plastic figures anytime soon, but if I do - they're coming of the sprue immediately. I've been at this for a couple of days and I'm only close to being finished.
That said, it is a collection ten years in the making.
It's amazing actually, I had four boxes of figures on sprues or in boxes and I've opened everything up and bagged them. The resulting figures fit in one box and are a lot easier to get at and handle. The recycling bin is almost full and there are still some chaps to cut and bag, but it has freed up a considerable amount of space.
It's been fun in ways. I hadn't realised quite how many extra British and French infantry I'd collected.
It's not much of an achievement, but at least it's something. I shall keep trying to pile these little victories on top of each other.
And stop snarling at the cats when they jump on me when I'm trying to do my stretches.
*For those of you with any interest in how I came by it - I would suggest watching this instructional video as it illustrates a very similar situation, albeit with less crashing, falling off things and manly whimpering.