In the UK we have 25 million homes with over 2 billion redundant items and yet also unique sentimental belongings that remind us uniquely of who we are – all 65 million of us.
Remember I said that I was going to tackle my volume of sentimental stuff in the last blog, well true to my word I have started. It involved a journey into our loft.
We have only been in our home for 3 years so you would think it is pretty organised, and sure enough I have a lovely stack of 50 Litre Really Useful Storage Boxes all labelled with my amazing new Dymo Labeller (other boxes and labellers are available, I think).
But amongst the treasured memory boxes, and two large boxes labelled ‘Christmas’ with a Christmas tree box that looks like it may have 2 decades of Sellotape round it now, there is a lot of rubbish.
I would like to think there is nowhere else in my house where the sublime to the ridiculous reside together, but I let it happen in the loft.
I had to channel the best of the professional me to get through the task but today I went up with my facemask on (its dusty, it is an old house), and my head torch (sometimes I do not even need to wear it, I just like it, though it is not a great look for the school run I noted as I left the house at 3pm).
So what did I do? I flat packed any cardboard boxes that I am keeping for large electronic items or toys. You only need them when you are coming to rehome them, if ever, so make them flat and take the polystyrene out. About 6 boxes went to recycling for toys that have long gone for example.
I took out items I have been storing for others who are now happy to have their beloved items back. You will have items up there, ask if they wish to have them back ever, and if so perhaps soon would be a good idea. It is good for all of us to be close to our belongings. It is a job for tomorrow to take them over to their happy owner. It will be like Christmas for them.
I gave it a sweep round and put up some other items to create capacity in the house (surely the main aim of the game). I put those up in plastic bags, but clear one’s ladies and gents, clear ones. If you put lots of black bin liners in your loft, its makes it darker up there and looks as if your loft is full of rubbish. Which it isn’t, its full of your important keepsies.
But then finally, I sat down afterwards with a cup of tea and some biscuits (I am not going to divulge how many) as a pat on the back as it is not a pleasant task going up and down the ladder. Reward yourself for a good job done. What is above has been glimpsed and broadly understood, which is all any of us can hope for really?