Beeeeee-jey-zussss I can see why I have put it off so long.............the "STUFF THAT NEEDED TO BE DEALT WITH" was phenomenal............................
- a pile of zillions of BMJ's stacked in chronological order from 2001 just waiting to be read - put in the recycling bin - what ever made me think that stacking them neatly would make make up for never reading them????
- a huge collection of cheap handbags - 20 or more cheap plastic handbags........all seriously awful - to the charity shop begone - I only hope they can make a small amount of money from my awful "fashion" urges
- a million zillion useless BT and mobile phone bills from the early 1990's - my poor shredder nearly burnt itself out
- one of many gorgeous little tiny outfits from the fun-times - a ghetto-fabulous zebra-print mini-dress that I wore once on the beach in Ibiza dancing bare-foot all night long till the sun came up surrounded by beautiful youth - its gone to the charity shop - cant get in it and not sure that I would want to but oooouh - good memories of when I looked good and felt carefree! I had great legs apparently..................good memories!
- inflatable Budweiser speakers and a mini disc player- these are only a few years old but they already look like they belong in a museum. The very thought of spending hours copying my cd's onto mini-discs?? - perish the thought!! - for the bin - nobody wants these do they - thank god for i-pods!!!!
- my revision notes for my Membership of the Royal College of General Practitioners - christ I worked hard!!!!!! Piles and piles and piles and piles of colour coded writing - green, red and black. Thought bubbles, flow diagrams, critical analysis, past papers, endless endless endless, endless, endless - 100's of pages worth of knowledge - where has it all gone? is in now innate? ingrained? good lord I hope so because it all just gone through the shredder!
- my medical student books from the 1990's. I still remember so clearly like it was yesterday at the age of 18 my dad taking me to Blackwells at the Nottingham University bookshop - watching him spending a huge amount of his hard-earned-cash on the recommended booklist before I trotted off to the land of learning. I remember thinking at the time what a big deal it was and I felt very special and important. I spent hours and hours reading those extremely expensive books over the next 6 years and have done alright out of it so I dont feel bad resigning them to the bin given that they are so out of date now they are worthless - I think (hope) he feels he got his moneys-worth - thank you dad - big time XXXX
.............and so on and so on................13 black bin bags later the attic is ready to be filled with all the junk that I still think I might use...........bring it on...........bring on the chickens..........
1 comment:
we were doing the same thing to our attic today.... bringing it all downstairs and getting ready to put it in another attic, then thinking, stuff this and just throwing it out! feels good yeah!
plus i woke up and i could walk again... double happy.
leon
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