The FORTRESS of SOLITUDE

I am in LOVE with the show "Life Laundry" on BBC Canada.

For those not in the know, it's a program in the vein of Changing Rooms or House Invaders, where an 'expert' enters an unconvincingly surprised commoner's home to 'de-clutter' - or 'de-cluttah,' according to the American/Cockney host, who has lived in the UK just long enough to sound marginally English. It is, however, disconcerting to hear someone with harsh American R's suddenly say "de-cluttah" or "It's goEEEng to the CRUSH-AH!" She sounds drunk most of the time as a result.

Anyway, anyway, anyway...

...this weekend, in my various attempts to do NOTHING, I managed to sit down and watch two episodes of this program. The second episode was fun, but the first episode involved a woman who was a PA and lived alone. And her flat wasn't nearly as dipped in mental illness as some that I've seen.

She did, however, have a shitload of items from her mother who had died under 'suspicious circumstances.'

Apparently, her mother had died from a seeming heart attack, but turned out to have been murdered during (or after) a robbery. Hundreds of items were tagged as evidence in a court case, still in the cloudy plastic bags (that you KNOW they reuse...your wedding rings could be sitting in a plastic coffin that previously held a cum-stained hankie from a rape trial... BLEUGH).

Anyway, anyway, anyway...

There was a scene where the woman and her sister started removing stuff from the bags and found their mother's rent book, which she filled out religiously, every month.

For some reason - it made me cry. They cried on the show, and I found it incredibly moving.

I can't explain it.

I guess there is a heart in me somewhere.

P.S. The boyfriend (cough...still getting used to that label...forgive me M.) is sending me a 'surprise' today at approx. 2pm. I think I know what it is, but I don't want to ruin his fun...or mine, for that matter. I am, however, stressing out about the entire 'surprise' thing...dunno why.