why the charity shop loves me

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I have decluttered. I watched Zoolander - the first - and then went crazy in the spare room. A bookcase moved, two rubbish bins filled, some pretty, but alarmingly empty, storage boxes rediscovered and items unused stored inside them ... I was a very busy little bumble bee. There are now three boxes/bags full of odds and sods to be dropped off at the charity shop. In good news, this does mean that I have space to create yet more glorious clutter. I can visit the charity shops guilt-free, although not financially-free. I find these spurts of manic must-do something busy-ness to be frustrating. My fingers are itching to get stuck-in to the office now, get that sorted. There are drawers that need emptying, rubbish that needs binning, paper that must be shredded and a small chest of drawers which can be broken up and taken to the tip. Do I really need all these books? Why am I hanging on to that paper? So many Christmas bags which I keep forgetting to use. What is all that stuff on the desk?! *sigh*