The Man Room

You've heard me mention The Man Room before. Well now I'll show you the deep dark recesses only a man left to his own devices can create.

Now I'm perfectly willing to admit that not every man will suffer from the same affliction as my husband, but in my defence every man I know does.

They are all sufferers of CMS. Crap Magnet Syndrome.

They accumulate the stuff sometimes over many, many years. It clings and sticks to them and can't be removed.

Now my husband lived alone for ten years before I met him, so he was bound to have gathered up a certain amount of tat and rubbish in that time. There really wasn't any point in trying to separate it from him. Sometimes you just have to be satisfied that you can't have everything your own way.

So I leave him to it. But I did insist on The Man Room.

If I hadn't been so persistent when we first moved here, all of this junk would be spread across my home and there would be precious little I could do about;

The PC repair manuals, photos of boozy weekends, wires and cables and games and the ancient comics and Spiderman annuals he's had since he was ickle.

That gargantuan sound system, not to mention the Star Trek clock

Oh yes, more games and books and dvds and the old VCR, just in case. You never know, those new fangled dvds might never catch on.

That god awful looking arm chair that he won't part with and won't let me recover and paint (mwah ha ha ha). The inversion table (used once) nestled in behind it.

And the PCs because one is never enough. Bear in mind he also has two laptops and a blackberry and countless (literally I couldn't find em all to count em) games consoles. I am officially a tech widow. My daughter was conceived by appointment:)

So if you're at the end of your tether and really can't deal with one more piece of crap being carried into your home accompanied by proclamations such as "but it was on sale" or "they were practically giving them away" or "was I just supposed to let Jimmy just throw it away" then I suggest you get a Man Room.

It works for me!

Sure I could have a toy room for Toots instead but at the end of the day Man Tat is just so much more irritating than beanie babies, don't you think?


  1. Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! That was almost too scary!


    I have to bring what little crap I can to work. The rest is in storage.

  3. What? Just one? Here we have man crap in the garage, the basement, the shed, the front of his truck, the back of his truck...

  4. We have a traditional Irish Man's garage too. The car's parked out on the street while the crappy £30 lawnmower and rusty tools are locked safely away:)

  5. Oh my GRACIOUS Leanne, this is the funniest thing I've ever seen. You are a loverly wife to allow him to have his own little rats nest. I feel like my Mr's room is a castle now... sheesh!

    I"m sorry I have not been by for a bit, busy busy busy busy. See, I've been missing your fun posts.

    Hope you're having a great week!

    ☻ Barb

  6. I'll point my fiancee this way, a man room sounds like something we should probably aim to have included should we ever be able to afford a house. Loving the Star Trek clock btw.

  7. Play rooms, and man rooms - good idea!!! I hope you get a Sex-and-the-City Carrie style walk in wardrobe in exchange!


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