I decided that fair's fair. Here's what HE'S got to live with.
These are a few pix of the house, prior to tidying up before his arrival last Friday:
This is my side of the bed. As you can see, you need crampons and a Nepalese guide to find your way through the pile of books, magazines, pads, pencils and pens to locate the actual bed. This pile of books was in excess of 10 inches tall. Or, if you work in new money, the height of Kylie Minogue.
This is my dressing table:
You would think, looking at that junk-strewn top that I spend HOURS turning myself into something fit to grace a Hollywood red carpet event. In actual fact, I spend just enough time on it to turn myself into something fit to grace the outside world without scaring the horses.
This is known as My Office. As you can see, it is a repository for washing, ironing, miscellaneous painting artefacts and, bafflingly, a small drum kit.
After a few hours work, these places are transformed:
Unfortunately, the hall now looks like this:
Ah well, at least now you have some sympathies for my other half.
But will I ever be able to hold my head up in the Co-op again?
*** just as a postscript - Tartarus was going through the photos on the mac and discovered these. So he's less pleased with the tidy house than he was when he actually encountered it :-D