Looking from my kitchen

I have such a lovely view out the back, just trees and sky. 
I spent the whole day sorting and moving stuff - and taking a second car load to the hospice shop. I was feeling so stressed I dented my car (not much, but it made a horrible crunching noise). I’m packing up almost the whole house, because they’ll be hacking off the plaster (with a thing called a Kanga or maybe Kango) in every room except the spare bedroom and the bathroom. So everything has to be squeezed into the spare room. I haven’t done enough decluttering yet, I’m going to do a lot more, I realise I have stuff I simply don’t need. It’s Marie Kondo for me for the next few weeks.