
As Spring cleaning goes our day spent cleaning out our garage was
pretty significant.
We'd put up with boxes that reached to the roof for nearly 2 years, but now it looks as though we're going to buy the house/shack that we've been renting we took the opportunity to clear out some junk.
What was slightly galling was that much of the debris that ended up in the skip was stuff left by long gone past tenants, we'd lived around it or put more junk on top of it. Now we were nearly owners of the ancient junk we decided to clear it out.
I suspect that the skip will be the first of many we hire.
As well as the broken down
tele and two old desks we came upon an old oil drum rusting in the hedge, an old spring bed (umpteen cockroaches), and probably most surprisingly a possum and its baby nesting in the furthest corner of the garage. With two big pairs of eyes starring back at me it was impossible to deny that possums are definitely cute, but apparently can be nasty when cornered. I tentatively moved the box/nest out of the garage in the hope that we could all go our
separate ways but still remain friends.
Later that evening with the two possums still entrenched in the box it started raining and I felt guilty (almost to the extent of dragging them back into the garage). Fortunately though at some point they must have sloped away on their own.