Is it wrong to send my husband to the shops to get extra strength binbags? Is it wrong to not tell the kids that half of their junk will soon be winging it's way to a nearby skip? Is it wrong for me to throw out the accumulated material bits and bobs of the last 20 odd years and to not shed a tear or even look back? Because this is what is going to happen this very afternoon.
I can stand the clutter no more. I've put up with it because I have three children, lots of paintings, a hoarder husband and more junk, clothes and shoes than you'd care to shake a stick at...clothes ranging from tiny to really rather large...designer jackets to Asda t-shirts, cheap trainers to Karen Millen slingbacks, circa 1988, crystal roses, wooden vases, strange sculptures. It is all just taking up space IN MY BRAIN. It no longer simply fills cupboards and boxes and plastic containers, it doesn't just spill out of drawers and from under tables....it now lives on top of me. So it has to go. That is it. All of it.
I shall make a pile to sell on ebay; the vintage, the unusual and the unworn. The rest will be tied up, kicked about a bit and thrown into the car to be sped to it's doom at the local recycling and dump-what-you-no-longer-want place. I won't even say goodbye.