?

Log in

No account? Create an account
 
 
29 September 2008 @ 11:32 pm
my twittering (moving)  
  • 08:40 Coat is claimed. #
  • 13:24 Is there no end to the stuff in this house? #
Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter (and possibly tweaked by me)
 
 
 
holmesfanholmesfan on September 29th, 2008 10:44 pm (UTC)
no end to the stuff in this house??
Let me warn you it will only get worse by the decade!
How people my age can ever move into a retirement village or even a granny flat is inexplicable.

Edited at 2008-09-29 10:45 pm (UTC)
a very caring potatomollydot on September 30th, 2008 03:47 pm (UTC)
Re: no end to the stuff in this house??
Oh dear. Is there any hope for me?
holmesfanholmesfan on September 30th, 2008 10:54 pm (UTC)
Re: no end to the stuff in this house??
Of course there is hope for you. All you have to do is ruthlessly chuck out anything you haven't used for two years. That's what I kept getting told.
Too easy - except I haven't learned how to do it.
Suggest you do as I say and not as I do. Deep belly laughs!
a very caring potato: todomollydot on October 1st, 2008 03:44 pm (UTC)
Re: no end to the stuff in this house??
2 years... That sounds easier than the 1 year I keep hearing. Maybe if I start with 5 years, I'll be able to do it.

We moved some stuff that we hadn't used since the last move (three years ago). Of course, one of the reasons it wasn't used was because I couldn't find it...
The Milkman of Human Kindnessradegund on October 1st, 2008 03:09 pm (UTC)
No, there is no end, on account of my hired miscreants, who break into your house in the dead of night and replace all the stuff you get rid of with innocent-looking boxes (artificially hand-aged) full of mysteriously anonymous items, which you ... can't be quite sure you didn't put there. Ahahahaha, etc.
a very caring potato: problemmollydot on October 1st, 2008 03:41 pm (UTC)
That explains a lot.

Yesterday I went through a pile of house related brochures and chucked at least half them. On the way back from the recycling box, I spotted some stuff Dad was giving away and claimed it. It's at least twice the size of the stuff I got rid of. Oops.