My sister and I boxed up Dad's books for family members who said they wanted them. I do not have room for those aimed for me, but they were important to my parents - books about Sussex - and i don't think they ought to go.

Took a lot of the waste fabrics to Oxfam for recycling as flock or shoddy or something.

I've started looking at houses. It may seema little contrary, but if I can declutter A and B into C, larger than A, a lot of problems with books, and guest with stuff, can be averted.

Because of devious practices by the broadcasters switching digital TV on, my set top decoder ceased to operate in a sensible way. So I've bought a new one with a built in hard drive recorder. So new3 recordings will be on that, and as I watch through the stacked up videos I made during the period of Dad's death and the friend's mother's illness, I can get rid of them. More mounds reduced, bit by bit.

I got rid of a stack of manuscript paper I rescued from the skip at school decades ago at Minchinhampton folk club, where it was welcomed. I think maybe should have kept one quire. Never mind.