I’m still amazed that the walls of our rented terrace don’t bulge. The house is crammed.
There are still boxes of junk we bought with us eight years ago which still haven’t been opened; and all we’ve done in the intervening time is to add to the mess.
I think the time is coming for a clear out. Some time this summer there will be a skip outside the front door and we shall fill it with stuff we didn’t know we still had.
Part of the problem of living in such a small house is that we sometimes reacquire things we already have because we don’t know we already have them.
Thinking about it all now, the one thing that occurs is that virtually everything in this house has passed through the same small aperture, in other words our front door.
And sooner or later, all of it will leave that way too.