I have thrown away some things!
Not many, and not significant things in, y'know, the Greater Scheme of Things, but still. Things that were in my house and are not.
Things that were not in my house, and are: four teenagers. They are dusting every paperback before packing it with scrupulous neatness into a box. We may even run out of time before we run out of boxes, but never mind. Stuff happens, and every now and then I think "I don't need that any more" and throw it out. (No, not books: but every shelf has other things that have accumulated in that inch or two in front of the books, y'know? Jars of chutney, empty jars, dead biros - kibble of a thousand sorts. Some of it can go.)
Not many, and not significant things in, y'know, the Greater Scheme of Things, but still. Things that were in my house and are not.
Things that were not in my house, and are: four teenagers. They are dusting every paperback before packing it with scrupulous neatness into a box. We may even run out of time before we run out of boxes, but never mind. Stuff happens, and every now and then I think "I don't need that any more" and throw it out. (No, not books: but every shelf has other things that have accumulated in that inch or two in front of the books, y'know? Jars of chutney, empty jars, dead biros - kibble of a thousand sorts. Some of it can go.)