Last night I truly joined the uptight club; I labelled the inside of my clothes drawers. It’s not as mad as you might think though.

I’m working in the City during the Easter holidays from University and every morning when I get up at stupid-o-clock I can’t find a thing. My tiredness isn’t helped by the fact that my clothes live in three different locations across the flat at the moment. Until we get our bedroom storage solution sorted out this problem looks set to continue…

My temporary solution is make a specific place in the three different rooms for each type of clothing; t-shirts, socks, work skirts, work trousers, jeans etc etc. Then affix a discreet label on the inside of the drawer, so that whether M or I put the washing away we know exactly what goes where. As a side effect I also sorted out some old items for the charity shop. Tonight I might do the same thing for my shoes and some of M’s stuff.

I feel virtuous.