It’s no secret I live in a whirl of semi organised chaos, some days I feel super orderly and so on top of things, then I get a day like last week when it becomes apparent that I can be an organisation failure.
This happened 2 weeks ago, you see I don’t like letters, they bug me, I think it all stems back to a letter I received last year, that rocked my life, it was delivered in such a clinic cold way that still makes me shiver when I think of it. As a result getting a letter addressed to me just irritates me, to the point I don’t even open them. I rely on Chris to open what is necessary and deal with it.
Lets face it nothing interesting ever comes in a letter, when I comes to emails I am super organized, but letters, no. So when a letter came a couple of months ago from the DVLA I dismissed it, it would only be junk. Big mistake, it was actually the renewal notice for Jack private registration. I just assumed Chris would open it and sort it, he knows I hate mail. Unless it’s a lovely parcel with a lovely gift tucked inside.
Letters just look scruffy, I hate bits of paper everywhere, and they are much better stuffed in a drawer never to see the light of day again. Unless of course it is a very important document that needs dealing with, which in my opinion would have been so much better being sent as an email, think of all those trees, and might have had a chance of being read.
My brother Terry bought the registration for Jack, as a gift when he was 2. At the time I remember thinking wow it is ages before he will ever use this. For a while I had it on my car, but when I bought my last car the garage would not put it on when they registered the car, so to be fair I hold them partly responsible. In fact while I am ranting about said garage, I also wanted sat nav and never got that either. What happened to optional extras?
Terry actually offered to look after the plate until Jack was old enough to put it on his first car, I remember rolling my eyes and saying I am perfectly capable of looking after a number plate. This memory flooded through my mind when I eventually opened the dreaded letter to find I had let the plate expire, I felt sick. How was I going to tell Jack that I had let the number plate he had waited all his life to use expire?
Or should I just re buy it and tell no one, that was an ok plan, apart from the price tag of over £1000. So I set about writing to the lovely people at the DVLA, I told them what a bad parent I felt and explained all the circumstances leading up to the event, and how traumatized I had been the last time I had opened a letter. In fact that letter turned out to be the letter that changed my life for the better, but at that time in October I never knew that. I am so lucky that they took pity on me and the plate was renewed, I never quite got the bad parent badge I was so ready to accept.
This was such a rude awakening for me, I so needed to organise myself, find somewhere to store mail and correspondence that needed dealing with, and then just like magic, as if they were reading my mind The House Network sent me a beautiful parcel of goodies that resolved my problem immediately.
Beautiful storage boxes to store and organise all my papers, yet fit in with my decor. You see interior decor and storage does not have to cost the earth. A few simple well coordinated pieces can be used to store and organise paperwork and essential items yes fit in with you home-style choices. With these cleverly chosen boxes, and beautiful scented candles that fit perfectly into our home I was able to solve storage problems yet fit in with our home colour palette.
And with the addition of some large comfy cushions was able to create a reading corner, with a box to store all the books that seem to be continuously float around our lounge from one surface to another. Whilst I encourage reading wholeheartedly, Joe can read 4 or more books at any given time, they then circulate around the house until I lose the will to live and put them back on a bookshelf.
And for me a supply of gorgeous scented candles to fill the room with the aroma of sweet sticky caramel. I actually get a bit panicky when my candles start to get low; I must have a constant supply so these should keep me happy for a while.
But in all, I have learnt a valuable lesson, not every sender of letters is out to get you, in fact some are quite helpful and will do all they can to assist you. And some days the sender of parcels can make your day and make your home look gorgeous.