This is some of the boxes of stuff I have packed already and there are a lot more to come!
I see this move as the perfect opportunity to only take what we need or love and shed a lot of the things that are simply and often mindlessly gathered over the years. Mr D however is not of this mind set. We seem to be battling over every single item including five (one broke) hideous plastic garden chairs bought almost 25 years ago!! Books he hasn't looked at for approximately 20 years are being taken because he likes the look of a shelf of books. Now I would love a library corner if we had the space, but we don't so I have passed on almost all of my books to the charity shop except gardening, craft, DIY and some cookery books. Our bookshelf will look rather one sided with a predominance of sporting autobiographies!
My eldest daughter, who's room is in the loft, has been doing a sterling job sorting though years (she is not far off 24 and she has three younger siblings) of memorabilia. She came up with the brilliant idea of photographing the more interesting items and will then make a photo collage on her laptop. I even suggested that we could make a memory photo book for each of our children. I am 100% convinced that they would rather be presented with a photo book than three plastic crates of tatty paintings and slightly battered paper mâché puppets when they move into their own homes!
Sadly I think we will still have a loft and cupboards full of stuff that won't be looked at for another 20+ years. I have done the best that I can despite constant resistance, but I am planning on having another sweep through when we get to the other end in the hope that a few more items might be donated to charity.
How do you all feel about stuff? I know I'm not particularly sentimental which helps. Mr D however doesn't even have a photograph of himself as a baby from his childhood, which I think adds to his need for keeping hold of stuff. Would you have sympathy for Mr D? He could do with some backup!
On another front, Jet seems to be turning a corner. He is having his stitches out this morning and is a bit brighter. Hopefully we may have found the correct antibiotic to nail the infection this time! When he stayed at the vets on Saturday, they didn't put him in a kennel. He was so quiet anyway that they brought him a blanket down to one of the treatment rooms and he lay there instead so he could have visitors and fuss occasionally :)
The cat however disgraced himself again by peeing in the ensuite so he is very much on his last warning!