DE-JUNKING THE JUMBLE SALE ROOM

BEFORE

Well, it’s gone to be done….I suppose….although I am rather reluctant but know that it is a necessary evil! Having written some time ago about my ‘Chamber of Horrors’, being the cupboard under the stairs, I now feel the time has come to tackle ‘The Jumble Sale Room’ aka my daughter’s old bedroom which is in dire need of a ‘Life Laundry’ job (for those of you who remember the TV series of the same name); in other words, a complete declutter! Ugh! Really ugh!

I can only peer into it now as there is not space for my wheelchair to go in, the only spare space in that dump is occupied by necessary oxygen! I feel like hiring a skip, opening the window and tossing the entire contents out the window and into the skip, that is without sparing a glance at what I am chucking out! It’s full, to the brim of allsorts. I can’t even identify whether there is still a bed in there! The trouble is, is it trash or treasure? Is any of it fit to be sold on Ebay, I wonder? Can I really be bothered?

It’s a fair bet that there is a bed in there somewhere but it’s covered by black bin bags of old clothes of every size and colour that haven’t seen the light of day for over ten years! There is a coffee percolator (used once), two irons, both broken and sitting on a hidden, upright ironing board. There are two keepsake boxes which definitely aren’t going anywhere, one full of my baptism cards from 2008 plus sentimental, deflated helium balloons, photos and the like. The other (definitely treasure), holds all my children’s school reports going from year dot to year leaving!

Empty cardboard boxes, once housing new equipment, phones, laptop, camera etc which I kept just in case I needed to send something back (which I never did). Gift bags, given once upon a time, that I thought I may re-use but never did, old newspaper cuttings, empty, and bursting-at-the-seams carrier bags, an old beanbag (its colours faded from the sunshine that pours into that room during the summer months), an umbrella, a ‘dumped on’ filing tray labelled IN and OUT….fat chance of ‘OUT’ and of course the famous ‘cuddly toy’ (for those of you who are old enough the remember the TV show ‘The Generation Game’….need I go on? I think not. Enough is enough! ‘Yellow Pages’ search for local skip hire is the first thing on this agenda of this seemingly never-ending tale. THE END!

AFTER

Author: Ellie Thompson

Writing my memoirs, musings, a little fiction and a lot of poetry as a way of exploring and making the most of my life ... ... Having had a break from writing my blog for more than three years, I decided to return to write my memoirs, some day-to-day observations, views and feelings. My passion is non-fiction poetry. I have a disability and use an electric powerchair called Alfie and let nothing get in the way of living life to the full. I believe that you can never do a kindness too soon and should give credit where credit is due. A smile or a kind word could make the difference between a good or bad day for a person - we never know what's going on for another soul. Those little things, perhaps, practised daily like a mantra, could mean so much to someone else. Thank you for visiting my blog and reading a little more about me. Please, make yourself at home here. You are very welcome. Ellie x 😊 View all posts by Ellie Thompson