Ok – here’s the thing about Claire and I…
We want to talk to you about organisation, but in the meantime – it’s only fair to give you some background.
We have had this little story going, that where one of us isn’t great something – the other one is and vice versa.
And this wasn’t a lie.
I’m good at the spelling and the grammar but somewhat haphazard at important things like remembering where I am supposed to be on any given day, or what I have agreed to do (during conversations I have no recollection of whatsoever)
She’s great getting stuff in the diary, and double checking important things like links we send actually working… but not so interested on the super creative techy stuff.
We say ‘without me – nothing would get started, and without her’- nothing would get finished.”
But actually… it’s not strictly accurate.
It’s just the story we have been used to churning out in interviews and so on.
I mean, it USED to be totally true – but having worked together for so long we have pretty much merged and met in the middle.
Like owners start to look like their dogs.
Officially she has dyslexia – but she has taught herself strategies where you actually couldn’t tell now, and she can out-techy the best of them these days.
And I have loaded Alexa with reminders for everything from go to the dentist, to drink more water, and I am on top of my schedule and get a million more things done than I used to.
When I met her she couldn’t send an attachment in an email and now she can do a reasonable amount of coding, and when she met me My life was like the scene from Indiana Jones when he skids under the closing door with milliseconds to spare…every single day.
In so many other ways we have defied our natural persuasions and now don’t define ourselves the way we used to.
I’m not disorganised.
She’s not a technophobe.
Far from it.
“That’s just me”… doesn’t cut it.
Because you can be whatever you want.
I mean you really really can.
Something we BOTH have in common is rather exceptionally organised households.
That’s not showing off and it has nothing to do with each other, it’s just one of the many places we totally coincide.
And this is NOT coming from a place where we enjoy housework, or planning or running a dictatorship in the house.
This is from a lazy place of not wanting to waste a second searching for stuff, not repeating ourselves and secretly wanting to live in a posh hotel (or at least a clean B&B with staff)
Between us we have had nearly 50 years of running homes. Yes. You read that right.
We are THAT old and started THAT young.
We were both no more than fair to middling at best at it for the first half of that, it turns out.
But now (millenia later) we have learned all the short cuts, all the effort-saving secrets, in short – all the lazy b^tch’s cheats.
We are going to bring the best of them to you over this little mini-series.
This isn’t a declutter challenge – that’s something else – this is more fundamental.
This is about who you want to be and how you want to live.
Your home sometimes feels like a mosh pit, on a landfill site that the sadistic stinky fairies visit in the night.
You’re having the same ridiculous arguments on Groundhog Day on repeat – to the soundtrack of your mother’s voice – shouting out of your face…
If the only thing you actually know the whereabouts of at any given point is the Prosecco you’ve hidden in the back of your car for later..but literally no clean knickers for anyone on a Friday morning.
Or when inset days are.
Then keep reading.
We’ve got you.
We will sort this out together this week.
Speak to you then.
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