Waiting for boot sale*
In our previous house, Mrs RWN got into the habit of boxing- or bagging-up stuff that the kids has grown out of (toys, clothes, books and so on) so that she could "sell them at a boot sale next year". It was quite a small house, so these containers would end up stashed in the attic until then.

This mythical boot sale, of course, never came to pass. Instead, the attic just filled with more and more indistinguishable bags and and boxes, piled waist-high from eaves to eaves. Aside from a narrow gangway to get to the boiler on the far wall, there was not a square inch clear.

Last year, we moved and I steadfastly refused to store any of the stuff in the new house. It took me two days and many, many car trips to empty the attic: about half went to various charity shops, the rest to the dump since it was, frankly, useless crap.

So far in the new house I have managed to keep to my rule of 'no bags of random stuff in the attic' but I know it's just a matter of time...

[*as in 'Waiting for Godot']
( reallywittyname veraciously conspues lexiphanicism on, Thu 3 May 2012, 16:11, 1 reply)

And your virginity.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Thu 3 May 2012, 19:12, closed)