Never going to happen
A little over ten years ago, I moved into a small studio flat in Greenwich, but unusually for a property of that size, storage really wasn't an issue - there was a Portakabin, of all things in the garden (the flat was previously part of commercial premises).

So, all the books, newspapers, magazines, souvenirs etc I'd stored in my mum's garage from my teens onwards (and added to over the subsequent couple of decades) now had a home, and more importantly, one where it would be easy for me to finally sort everything out.

Shortly after, I met the missus, she moved in, we got married and led a hectic social life, and well... I just never found time to sort the stuff out in 'the shed' as we called it. Indeed, there was more of it than ever before.

After five years in that flat, we moved to Oxford, nice Victorian terraced cottage with a spare bedroom. Anything that had been in the Portakabin went straight into the spare bedroom and... well, put it this way, when we had people to stay, they ended up on the futon in the living room. Meanwhile, the pile of stuff in the spare room kept getting added to.

The landlord was selling the house, so we went looking a bit further out of Oxford, and I imagine my face lit up when the estate agent showed us a property with a nice outbuilding I could use as an office... and a repository for my collection. We moved in, spent two years there, and the accumulation of stuff kept on growing. As for the office... well, it never happened.

We're now in a pretty big house considering there's just the two of us and the dog, and when we viewed the property, we both thought the downstairs front room would make a perfect office. I'm sure it won't surprise anyone to learn that you can hardly get in there right now for all the clutter.

Can't for the life of me think why the missus never believes me when I say I'll get it sorted out one weekend.. although writing this has made me realise that it's about bloody time I did.
(Capo, Thu 3 May 2012, 22:57, 3 replies)

I sympathise about the not wanting to tidy thing
I just sorted out 10 years worth of magazines, school work, drawings etc which I'd been keeping in my nanny's spare room. The only reason I managed to motivate myself to do it was because I felt guilty for taking up her space. It was all stuff I'd thought I could never chuck, and a total roomful... and two days later all the stuff I wanted to keep was in 2 small(ish) boxes in my car.
(Sivvus trolley collision in the fruit aisle led to a jam, Thu 3 May 2012, 23:06, closed)

Do it! Next wet weekend, just go for it.

(IHateSprouts is baking a huge pie shaped like an enormous pie, Fri 4 May 2012, 11:59, closed)

So... tomorrow, then.
Go!
(Sivvus trolley collision in the fruit aisle led to a jam, Fri 4 May 2012, 12:51, closed)