This might be the ideal thread in which to announce that the Great Craft Room Crap Clear Out is progressing well. We can now access about two thirds of the room, as this morning I valiantly fought my way across to the one remaining wall which had been totally inaccessible. My wife an I are now preparing for a pincer movement attack on the junk covered bench and its foothills in the corner furthest from the door.
I can therefore confidently predict that the war will be over by Christmas...
Well done @interestedbob I've had a bit of a blitz myself today. Despite the fact that 27 has her own house, her bedroom here is full of carp treasures she has yet to throw or take away. She's been on holiday and is due back in the early hours of Thursday. My, she will have a surprise when she sees what's on her landing.
Edit: I just thought - I could arrange the 7 pairs of killer high heels to appear they are walking up the stairs to give her a clue as to what lies ahead.
Mrs IB doesn't like to throw stuff out either, Berry McPaper-cuts , but a lot of what we've cleared out has been simply junk, or toys for the grandkids when they used to sleepover here sometimes, or plastic bags, and even plastic bags full of plastic bags (and no, I'm not joking).
A lot of it has also been stuff that she kept because she thought it might be useful one day, but which she has now realised will never, ever be needed, however long she keeps it, and if it is needed, I'll gladly drive her to the shop to buy it, and I'll pay for it.
I was punished for my behaviour I fell over in the middle of the road carrying stuff to 27's house. I dropped a flat plastic sheeting/bag thingy containing posters, stepped on the plastic and did some sort of Olympic scissor action. Fortunately I landed on the loaf of bread and blueberry muffins I was carrying in the other hand. Himself was distraught - "What are you trying to do you silly bugga!?" he said. I decided to let him live because it was a public place, but he will suffer.
The ‘kid’s’ left all sorts of allegedly precious stuff with us when they lived abroad/ left home. It all accompanied us on three house moves. When we planned to move here, they got an ultimatum, collect it or it’s getting thrown out. Half of it they had forgotten they even had, so much for it being precious. It was very liberating getting rid of it all !
It's a great pity the right of free speech isn't based on the obligation to say something sensible.