My once tidy and lovely home is now a perfect grave yard of dead clothes and fripperies no longer needed by me. The amount of stuff I am drowning in is quite hideous, and even though I am listing on Ebay every day, there is no end in sight. I am learning a very valuable lesson however about my past expenditure and happiness. The more I shed, the happier I am. The more I get ( or got, now, as the case may be ) the more hemmed in by life I felt, but no happier for having all that rubbish.
I am sick of stuff, but at least it is selling...
I have had so little time to write this week, and I miss it. Even when I write all sorts of trite rubbish, I still like to write something.
I am enjoying hearing about the men on top of the Batman Bridge protesting the mill. The cops tried to get them down, but as usual, got it wrong and realised after cutting a hole in the bridge, that the hole didn't enable person removal after all. Such twits....they should be actors on The Bill !
Still in a grumpy mood...oh no !
