Chucking Out

Now that A. has finally finished insulating the storage spaces under the eaves in the spare bedroom upstairs, we're now able to put a lot of our superfluous stuff away into those spaces, and finally clear out the room (so that it could be used for...oh, I dunno...a bedroom, maybe).

Tonight I got A. to sit down and go through the remaining half-dozen boxes still to be sorted out upstairs, all of which contained his stuff. He'd packed and brought them from his parents' house shortly after we moved back here from Dublin. However, I should point out that in the process, he employed the A.G.M. Packing Technique™:

1. Pull out drawer from desk or dresser;
2. Dump contents into cardboard box;
3. Mutter "I'll deal with that later";
4. Move said box to new location and allow it to gather dust for years.

Happily, however, after he started going through the boxes in question, he realised that most of the contents were absolute rubbish. Out of the original six boxes, we ended up refilling two with meaningful items, and chucked the rest.

Very pleased about that, I am. The bad news is, there are at least a dozen more boxes where that came from, down in our basement!