For those of you wondering what's been up with my uncharacteristically long break from tweeting and blogging (still don't like that word much), I've spent the better part of a week helping my old man organise this giant mess of boxes we call a self storage room and an apartment we only moved into back in 2007.
We've been making a lot of tough decisions and getting rid of stuff we don't need. It's a cliche but accurate observation that for far too long possessions have owned us, instead of the other way around.
Still got all my late mum's stuff to go through too. I thought I was strong enough to, but apparently I'm not. Fortunately my sister is a dynamo.