Last night I went through ALL my clothes to sort them into three piles - keep, bin, charity.
It took longer than I thought, because I have more clothes than I thought. It was a good process, because I found some stuff I forgot I had, which made me think "Oh, cool, I remember that t-shirt" and stuff like that. (My Mighty Boosh t-shirt for example). Some of the stuff was pretty ropey, which made me wonder why I ever wore it in the first place. Once I had finished, I had a large pile ready for the charity shop, a smaller pile in the bin, and a much neater, tidier, ordered wardrobe.
Although the whole moving process is a massive pain in the arse, the whole 'clear out' process is actually good. I know that once we get to the kitchen, for example, it's going to be an excellent excuse to get rid of all the shite in the back of the cupboards that we haven't looked at since we moved into the house over eight years ago. Same for under the stairs, loft etc.
I also still have to tackle spider central - or the garage as it's also known...
Jebus - this place is like my idea of hell. Although I park the car in there fairly regularly, there is all sorts of crap that I've stored in there that has now created LOTS of little nooks and crannies and dark hidey holes where spiders the size of my head could hide. More than once, as I've gone in & out of the garage, I've glimpsed those horrible scuttling little movements out of the corner of my eye that means something with eight legs is looking to take a chunk outta my leg. And now I have to go in there and purposely disturb all the stuff in there. I'm scared.
Soundtrack of the day: "La Roux" by La Roux (on my iPhone for a change)