Packed some duvets and pillows from the airing cupboard into one of those plastic zip bags that markets sell, and you see refugees carrying, in order to reach the one really rubbish old pillow due to go to the dump. This filling up the floor even more. Soon I will not be able to move.

Call from bottle shop, they're in.

Going up into the loft later when a friend is here to remove last of the stuff - box of old jars being one thing.

Got rid of some play sand from the garage to the school yesterday, and some more card tubes. Picked up some more book boxes. One of the teaching assistants asked if I really needed the books. I can't quite get along with that idea, and I hope my surprise showed. I have been ferrying old fiction and other stuff to Oxfam, stickered for Gift Aid, but it hasn't made much difference.

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