Shed loads...

Despite living in our two bedroom flat for eighteen months, our spare room remains full of boxes of mostly crap that frankly Oxfam would turn their noses up at delightful Objets D'Art that we can't possibly live without.

With a heavy heart and the grumpy face of a teenager forced to tidy their room, I attempted a spot of unpacking/de-cluttering/chucking out today.

We are seriously in denial about the maths - 90 combined years on the planet (that's a bit of a scary thought) x accumulated stuff of said 90 years x contents of one family home + one single flat (+ one bibliophile x compromised storage wise) = chaos.

Not that we have hoarding tendencies, but it is even a struggle to recycle the empty boxes ("you never know when you might need them") which now appear to be living in the shed.