So the big clear out of Lovelygrey Cottage has started in preparation for the time a few weeks away when most of its contents go into storage. It seems a bit stupid to keep stuff that is unlikely to be used. No room will be spared. The books had all been given to me and sat under the lid of my bedside table. It dawned on me that seeing that I have never been a fan of detective fiction or a few of the other genres represented in my literary stash, some of them would never ever be read. So out they went. A cull of clothes followed on Saturday morning. I'd like to think that I will soon fit into the jeans that I wore ten years ago but it may be wishful thinking. Even if I do I'm more
of a dress and skirt kind of girl these days and they'd probably still be unworn, taking up valuable drawer space. So I've been as ruthless as I've ever been whilst having a sort out. Eight bin bags were manhandled into the local hospice charity shop.
There are going to be many others who will gain from this shedding of stuff. The local charity shops are likely to have a field day and I'm going to make some freecyclers rather happy too. A few of my friends may well receive a surprise gift. After all one man's junk is another's treasure. But as ownership brings responsibility the converse might be that less possessions bring more freedom. As this angel card that I keep drawing suggests, the biggest beneficiary from this exercise in simplification could well be me!