Cupboard was Bare

Today we tackled our version of what my mother used to call the glory hole, a cupboard that holds a multitude of items ranging from the essential to the obsolete, but it all came out, got sorted, rationalised, reorganised, thinned out with goods redirected to elsewhere in the house, the barn, charity shop, or rubbish; the outcome was the unfamiliar sight of some clear shelf surfaces – a state of affairs unlikely to last long.