Waste of a day

OK our house is in serious need of a "de-clutter", the cellar is ram-jam full of books and other paraphernalia. We also have what we call "the baby mountain" which is a HUGE pile of Alex's stuff from 5 years ago.

I also have boxes of stuff from Mum and Dad's house and since we are going to put our house on the market very soon we sooooo need to de-clutter. Lots has gone to the charity shop but a neighbour mentioned that there was a "table top" sale today near where I live.

She had booked a table so I thought I would do the same to get rid of some of the junk. Well my neighbour is a total HOOT, I only met her on Monday, she lives down the road, she is a textile and design lecturer and she ROCKS, trust me to find someone arty to "play with" just as we are about to move (doh!)

ANy-hoo, I spent a couple of hours yesterday dragging stuff out of the cellar and boxing it up, god help my back tomorrow. I then dragged it all to the British Legion in Hartford eagerly awaiting lots of pounds and pennies for my packed table.

YEAH RIGHT, wise up Sam, most of my "stash" was books and I don't want to be a snob but most of the people that shuffled by my stall didn't look like they were culture vultures (if you know what I mean). The upshot was I took £10 and the flipping table was £6 . I had to drag all the stuff back to my car then haul it all back into the house arrrrrrrrrrrrghhh! I am off to the charity shop on Monday I can tell you.

Hubby is just back from a week long trip to China with work. Nice to have him (and his washing) home.