who is finding this January particularly tiresome. World events do nothing to lift the gloom but the days seem so grey and foreboding I cannot wait for spring.
The decluttering is not going well, it gets worse before it gets better. I put a few Rowan magazines on eBay with not much interest, they are now in sorted piles in the lounge.
I have sold one item of Emma Bridgewater pottery having refused low offers on two other pieces, I’ve freed up hardly any shelf space at all just moved things round and not into better places.
MrFF who has a completely different decluttering technique has turned the office into a bomb site. For 11 years I have reminded him that we have no way of listening to the hundreds of CDs we keep. I thought progress was being made when I found him sorting through them this week. Wrong, this was just the first pass, he was merely looking at them and didn’t have time to decide if he was keeping them. Most are back behind the curtains in the lounge, a few are now on the office shelf and 3 went to the charity shop along with a some DVDs. That was quite a logistical exercise as first they had to go into a box then next day be transferred into a bag so I could carry them. Only handle it once is an alien concept to some people, decluttering it seems is alien to us both.
But credit where it’s due after 11 years of asking I finally have a full length mirror in the penthouse. It’s fixed to the inside of the cloak cupboard door in the hall. It’s lovely to be able to see my lower body and know what my shoes look like with an outfit.
After an iPad update I can no longer upload photographs, we have spent half the morning trying to sort this and given up.
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