A strange feeling has taken hold of me. It’s an alien feeling, like something other has taken over my mind. I feel the urge to clean.
Perhaps it’s the glimmer of spring that manifested itself last weekend, perhaps it is the overflow of ‘stuff’ emanating from my cupboards, but I feel the need for a good clear out. So to speak – back in your box the more gutter-brained amongst you ;)
I stare at him, in bewilderment and concern. OMG, he’s actually quoting his mother. Brushing this off with an unnerved shudder, I dismiss the utter claptrap he has just uttered and assess the task ahead.
Stuff on floor..stuff in cupboards…stuff in drawers…stuff stuffed into places that only I know about….and then, there is the cupboard under the stairs….
Deciding I have the heart and stomach of a concrete elephant (name the series) I resolve to get stuck in. Several hours and a lot of Radio 4 pass by…..
Ok, so I have now created a series of piles of said ‘stuff’ and am wondering what to do with it? I look to the oracle that is my husband…
‘Well. You can dump it, charity shop it, sell your stuff online, or recycle it.’
I weigh up my options. Dump it? No. My eco-warrior within stands defiantly, hands on hips. Charity shop? Maybe…but they are so fussy these days! Sell it? Good option…you can sell just about anything and to sate my pricking conscience, I can donate the proceeds to charity. Or, there is recycling. This involves giving away what I can to those who want it and (probably) doing option b or c with the rest.
Of course, in reality, these piles will remain where they are for about two weeks until my husband gets to the point of self-combustion and THEN I will do one of the above.
After that, all that remains is to get a lot more stuff to fill up all that empty cupboard space……