It was once that tastefully decorated, colour coordinated and most untouched room in the house, and then the kids arrived. The dining room. The dining room has not been used as such for some time now.
It has had a number of uses, memorable gatherings on Christmas Day, a guest bedroom for the over-nighter or the relative who visits from a great distance for a long periods of time, the laundry room, the kids playroom and finally the store-room.
This was the state our dining room up until yesterday, and then I ventured in. I could no longer sigh at the room each time I passed by. I could no longer care to shut the door when the door bell rang, it had to end, and this was the day.
I lifted and heaved items larger and heavier than myself in a major effort to clear all unwanted items, well into the night and eventually emerged with several bin bags and filled boxes.
I was so pleased with myself at the end of all my labours. As I looked at the unrecognisable room which has existed undiscovered now for several years, I thought, you know on reflection, I still like eating with my family on the small cramped wooden dining table in the family room.
So I imagine, my efforts will be to no avail and this room eventually return to its fate as a guest bedroom for the overnighter or the relative who visits from a great distance for a long periods of time, the laundry room, the kids playroom and finally the store room once again.
Second thoughts, I wouldn’t miss it too much, because I’d much rather be eating freshly caught caribbean grilled barbequed prawns, with a squirt of lemon whilst sitting in a beach restaurant in Anguilla any day. THAT room would be just a distant memory.