Last week I waged a war; a war on my house; a war on my cupboards; a war on hoarding. I bought myself some serious heavy duty binliners, flipped down my visor, said, ‘cover me I’m going in’ and the war on space had begun. Boundaries had been crossed, lines had to be redrawn. It was me or them.
Living in such a small house (yes I know I moan about my house a lot, forgive me) you are constantly juggling the need for space – making decisions about things you want, things you need and things that have probably stayed too long. As such, not many weeks go by without me giving something away to charity.
But last week? Oy vey… last week I got where dirt couldn’t and routed out every last bit of hoarded crap and filled TEN binliners for the charity shop, and TWO binliners for landfill. And to be honest, I have no idea where it all came from, and I can’t really see a dent in the house at all. But a dent I did make. There is twelve binliner full empty spaces somewhere abouts…. I’m just hoping I can keep it that way…
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