How the mighty are fallen.  Operation Purge 2013 went remarkably well.  The house has taken on a new lease of life, I am loving my considerably more modest wardrobe and even the Christmas decorations were cut by half and rehomed this year.

But, and there is always a “but”.  Not all is quite as it seems.  First I have purged more books but haven’t got around to taking them up to Gateshead.

Then there is the “stuff that must go to auction”.  There is also the “stuff for charity that has been collected since Christmas” and finally there is the “stuff in the outbuildings”.  The latter is the most scary.

Regular nagging by the Singers (who are keen for us to tidy up and move to somewhere that is within  a day’s walking distance to a bus stop) was starting to get on my nerves.  Hadn’t they noticed quite how much had been done already, didn’t they  notice that I did have other jobs other than chief clutter cutter?  However, they were right.

So today we:

• Booked a visit from the auction house;
• Booked a skip for the stuff that just can’t go anywhere else;
• Sorted auction and charity to either side of the Gin Gan;

The current charity pile

• Dismantled the broken ping pong table (and no it’s not repairable we have tried several times) and collected all the garden rubbish for a bonfire;
• Emptied COMPLETELY two outbuildings;
• Put a whole load of stuff of Freegle.

Rollerblades anyone?

It is only 3.00pm, we didn’t start until 11.00 and we stopped for lunch.  We are not whirling dervishes, and we had regular tea breaks.  See it doesn’t have to take all day, look how much we achieved in just half a day.  Granted we had a head start in that for the most part we were just sorting stuff that had already been designated in the out pile, but we had put it off for so long because it seemed too much to face.  And it wasn’t

What have you been putting off?