will never be used ... the hobbies and collections among the hoard of belongings. And the philosophy of what I will never have the time for if I do not get through the robust feelings.
The clear out of shredding, strewn to deliberation in being bothered to reuse, refuse or collection.
One shrewdly dealing with all of life’s things in everyday too. A post of a cousin reiterated ‘What do we actually need!?’ when we don’t realise it is lost. .... He who organisises worship venues under a tent calling out for ideas on what to do with the mass of lost or left property that collates at the end of these events, never to be reclaimed. They used to be kept for claiming in someone’s garage, taking up space. This is no longer the case. The learning curve all about us.
The cluttered hospital bedside tables of paraphernalia, which is not really needed when unable to deal with life at that moment in time.
A little bit of seasonal sprinkling of cleaning on a mass scale, after I have freshened some linen and some washing down of the kitchen cupboards. The knowledge of upheaval before it settles into another pattern of life.
And a lot of red tape to get through especially those that do not understand the concept of what cannot be seen ...
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