My pantry is out of control. I’ve known this for a long time but have been unable to muster up the motivation to tackle the job.Noooooooooo! Not today!And trust me, it’s bad:Really bad, check out the bottom half:Time to summon Mrs. Tittlemouse: But the untidiness was something dreadful—"Never did I see such a mess—smears of honey; and moss, and thistledown—and marks of big and little dirty feet—all over my nice clean house!" As you will note I no longer have a floor in the pantry. It’s been replaced by wine, booze (for extreme emergency purposes), a case of Bundaberg gingerale...
