Even when you step out of a job, some things don’t leave you. What you don’t want is for it to interfere with whatever job you’re doing now, which happens sometimes. I’ve settled down as a school secretary and I really like it. Nice children, good workmates and not so much pressure on the job, I don’t think. But then I think back to when I used to do property staging in Melbourne and it’s like the old instincts take over. Judy asks who moved her filing cabinet, I’ll absentmindedly tell her that it really frees up the space to have it next to the door, and also I rearranged all the papers and ornaments on her desk to appeal to visitors. Feels a bit like a trance.
I was talking to Johnny this morning, because I had a few minutes to spare, no umbrella and I didn’t want to get totally drenched. We got talking about the layout of the place and I had to bite my tongue. His table configuration isn’t the worst I’ve seen, but if you shoved table nine and ten together, moved table five so it was right near the door and got rid of the rug, you could have an extra sofa area right next to the fire. And you’d still have ample space for prams and large people. That’s not even going into what you could do with the courtyard, although you’d need some kind of roof because everything there is currently drenched. It’s going to be madly popular in summer, though.
Anyway, I didn’t say any of this, which I was terribly proud of to be honest. Usually I’m a lot more liberal with my opinions, and Johnny DID say something about wanting to renovate the courtyard and make it a pet friendly zone. Hmm, pet zones…as any house staging professional could tell you, that’s not a great decision if you want to sell. Which Johnny doesn’t, so I really need to keep my mouth shut.