There has been a revolution in the Crone’s drawers (ahem, so to speak) ever since the day Hansel completed the new shed. He moved a giant Ikea workstation from the futility room to the shed and thus more than one hundred obsolete chargers and electrical cables suddenly had a new home. So too did sandpaper and plastic cups and balls of string and new batteries mixed with old batteries and a million other things (birthday candles, wd-40, bits of paper with unknown numbers written on them, hardened paintbrushes, bunting bought from a dollar store and so on). Of course there were unintended consequences. The Crone has been searching in the shed for scissors and tape, postcards and envelopes and now seems to have liberated most of these and found them a home in the house. Anyhow, the removal of several tangled tons of junk has prompted the Crone to tackle all her other storage space. A couple of weeks ago she sorted out the futility room cabinets. This weekend, it was the turn of the cutlery drawer. Well, once every eight years can’t hurt. There is now a place for the wee sharp knives, the spoons, knives, forks and teaspoons, the chinese spoons with which Gretel likes to eat her Thai coconut curry fish soup, the corkscrews and so on. Sadly, the Crone has not been able to find her papal bottle opener—which bore the face of Pope JP2 and was enormously useful at parties. She suspects it was pilfered by Spud Hughes. Next week, a new and orderly home for the fish slices and egg whisks. Aggie and Kim would be so, so, proud.