Last week, I wrote a piece for The National about my fears that I was becoming a hoarder.
At the time I said I was in the process of cleaning up my act, or more specifically my flat.
Here’s an update: I’ve thrown quite a bit out, but the sorting continues and I’ve hit a wall.
I don’t know why it’s so, but I’m still far too fond of stuff like novelty pencils and pillows, plastic hats, receipts from good times had, and tourism brochures.
And then there are those airline comfort packs. I’ve grown very attached to them, deciding that they, above all else, will “come in handy one day”.
The day, of course, never comes.
And so the cull continues …
