Shedding clutter… a moving tale of family history

The Jollyman Letters family history project has been buried lately – under a load of clutter.

You see, we’re moving house soon, and it’s time to shed some of this junk to make the house more saleable.

And I must confess, I’ve been a bit… well… enthusiastic about our need to get rid of unnecessary items.

Okay, perhaps ‘obnoxious, strident and aggressive’ is a more accurate description, to be honest.

We’re down-sizing, so we can’t take everything.

The house was already over-full, as our whole family are world champion collectors of everything from Pokemon cards to sewing materials, and we were also storing lots of left-over toys from the shop we used to own.

The shed was stuffed to bursting with the best selection of dangerous rusty old tools you could ever wish for, several bikes and a lifetime’s supply of ‘useful pieces of wood’.

The whole attic – and it’s enormous, the size of our house – was crammed with mementoes of times we couldn’t remember, clothes that didn’t fit, every piece of schoolwork our kids produced since they first picked up a crayon to the time they left college and a whole bunch of other junk we really didn’t need.

We didn’t look at it, we didn’t use it, we didn’t need it. It had to go.