Had a wading through treacle day yesterday. I don't think we own that much stuff, but it gets everywhere. I feel at times as though I'm being swamped by kindness - whether it's donations for the shop, things that just don't have a home, or bags of donated fruit and veg that throw my menu plan out and mean a massive batch cooking session whether I want it or not.
I know that sounds ungrateful, but there can be too much of a good thing.
People have started to mention festivities and my birthday (they're two weeks apart). I can't cope with any more stuff! I'm going to go and hide under the bed while there's still space.