And the room is in chaos. Why is it that we decide we want to hoard so much sentimental stuff while flatting, when we know that one day, the decision has to be made to throw it out?
I am making the most of living in Newtown. Anything I don't want, I leave on the footpath and it's gone in a matter of hours. Like "they" (specialists, researchers and other meaningful nobodies) say,
One man's rubbish is another man's treasure.
Amen to that.