The stuff I lobbed into her room was only small fry compared with what's on top of the wardrobe! I hadn't got the energy for that.
I must admit, it may soon be a trade-off between the cost of hiring a mini-skip, and the fuel required for the repeat trips to the dump.

My late husband was brought up by a mother who got married at the start of WW2 and who was later widowed relatively young. "Make do and mend" was her life's philosophy, therefore he would mend things until they couldn't be mended any more. I am beginning to think that we will all be heading back that way soon!

Andrea