Friday, January 26, 2018


Sometimes I can be a bit slow on the uptake. Don't get me wrong - I'm a very cute cookie, and the sort of things I don't catch on to are the sort of things everyone has trouble catching on to. Of course I mean the little things one does which one doesn't realise on is doing, and which are usually rather counter-productive. This is despite the fact that I'm gratified to announce that I'm rather self-aware. I know this because in my current workplace you get 360 degree feedback. As a means of professional development this is, of course, useless, because people tend to put the things about someone's personality which most annoy them. Mine basically said exactly what I expected it to say. Some other people's have said things which didn't surprise me at all about them, but which surprised the recipient and often upset them. Whereas when mine says I'm difficult, contrary, and just generally a shit, I preeen with pleasure because I've spent years developing this personality.
No, the thing I do which I have only just noticed is a repetitive behaviour of accumulating stuff for some time and then throwing stuff out. I have probably done this all my adult life. I don't really need to do this, because at my stage of life there isn't really anything I need to acquire.
The (now rather dated) buzzword in the chattering classes for getting rid of this stuff is 'decluttering' and while I'm not really a hoarder so I never really get cluttered, I've just realised that if you never get cluttered you don't need to declutter! Of course the trick is to notice what you acquire and stop doing so. For example, for me charity shops are absolutely fatal. I acquire clothes, books, DVDs, random stuff, you name it. I'm better than I used to be - when I first set up my own house in 2000 it was before the global economic crash and in earlier days of eBay so the stuff in charity shops was much better.
I find that the answer to this is not to go anywhere. It is odd that living in Birmingham City Centre has reduced my outgoings to probably the smallest they have been for years. I just plain don't like the Bull Ring and the shops in which I used to spend money have all, without exception, shut.
So I am delighted to announce that at the time of writing the only thing I have in the bottom of my wardrobe which is on the way out, is a pair of trousers which have strangely become smaller since they have been hanging in the wardrobe.
That said, I'm getting urges to have an outing somewhere tomorrow where I will probably acquire junk, but at least I'm better than I used to be.


  1. Your mantelpiece is looking a little busy, dear. Too many nik-naks. Although, if you have a spare packet of nice-n-spicy, I'll take it off your hands!

    1. Oh that's the decluttered version, dear. Sorry, no n-n-s but you can have the piano if you like...


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