I really want a quiet life. Everything feels overwhelming to this frazzled midlifer; my mind is a hot mess of “sandwich generation” stresses, work anxiety and impending planetary doom. I have tried to foster the calm I crave: we moved to a detached house in a quiet suburb; installed secondary glazing and thick curtains; I put my desk facing the garden. So why, when I enter what should be my haven from a noisy world, do I feel so wired? Where’s my peace and tranquillity?
Well, let’s take a look at what greets me when I arrive home, as seen through the eyes of Rachel Cordingley, from home organisation and decluttering company, A Tidy Mind: “Paper, paper, shoes, shoes, shoes… chicken postcards… WD40. Is this a table?”
