The difficulty in finding somewhere to stand, let alone put things, is ridiculous. Surely the whole point of the modern world is that our lives are easier, decisions are less complex, and problems are solvable with the minimum of fuss and possibly with some type of cash back guarantee.
Harrumph.
There is just too much stuff. What I need is a house the size of Chatsworth. Perhaps then it would be possible to circumnavigate a room without knocking over a pile of antique guitar magazines or a priceless collection of second hand books. Here I am, wedged in and forced to sleep upright due to the many items of quality tat and objets d'art occupying my living arrangements and jostling for space.
The above is typical of my explication when describing some types of event or circumstance. It tends to be hyperbolic and delivered with an air of exasperation. And it is false. I have no real concerns other than a vague niggling annoyance about the thing, assuming that thing isn't unfairness or inequality otherwise it's a different subject.
I'm trying to make some space to refurbish a guitar. This has led to me trying to dispose of a pile of magazines*, moving boxes of tools, retrieving 2.5 metre long shelving from the shed, relocating books from one shelf to another, collecting and organising an enormous pile of sporting wear**, filing a large box of out of date Victory V lozenges somewhere, and generally moving around all the usual detritus of modern day life. And this effort to make space is getting done, it's just taking a little time.
A positive side-effect of all of this is that I've been reviewing some of the classy and wonderful things in my possession and deciding which can leave to enhance the life of someone else.***
Amongst the things that can live on elsewhere are:
a Roland Pad 80, Octapad II****
a copy of the book Success With Mathematics*****
a bag of exhausted and defunct batteries of a variety of types
and many, many more!
Fortunately the reorganisation doesn't depend on these things leaving the area, it is possible to pile them up elsewhere. Once that collection of unintended consequences has been resolved, and there's somewhere to sit never mind stand, then this pickup can be installed in the guitar.
And that will be some sort of result.
* Guitar magazines, as mentioned previously, I keep finding more of the bloody things.
** Like I'm Lasse Virén or Beryl Burton - what, you don't know who they are? Ok, Mo Farah or Bradley Wiggins.
*** Or go in the bin, I'm easy.
**** I don't need no stinking drum based MIDI trigger device.
***** Used some time ago during Open Uni degree progress, I'm pretty sure maths hasn't changed much since.
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