More frustrating, a number of useful items – chopping boards, mixing bowls, etc - have already ‘disappeared’ in to the boxes stacked ceiling-high in the spare room, ready for storage. Soon all we will have left is a sofa and the television! Even our large French door fridge/freezer is to be sold as part of the downsizing effort. (Okay, food storage at this level for just two of us is a little over the top, especially given the never used chilled water and ice cube dispenser features.) But it seems that every time I leave the room something else gets packed. Or worse, quietly slipped into the box marked charity shop.
Don’t get me wrong; I do try to get into the swing of things. Haven’t I agreed that we have little need for my mother’s bone handled fish knives and forks? And then there was my valiant attempt at sorting through a shoebox of loose photographs and long-forgotten-yet-still-treasured items that simply demanded I sat down with a glass of Pinot Gris and spent an hour or so reminiscing.
And while I couldn't believe anyone would consider taking down the tree on Christmas Eve I did agree to it coming down on Boxing Day so that too, along with all the decorations, could be stored away for another year.
Thankfully, one of us is organised.
Sadly, it isn't me!