Bye bye clutter

I have been given a stern, clear warning... I either have to clear up my act... or else! Unfortunately, I have to wave goodbye to the clutter, which will mean discovering plenty of new space. I've done it once before, two years ago. Now it's time again. And the mere thought makes me go weak at the knees. And not in a good way. I hate doing this. So I will probably sit somewhere and drink Diet Coke and smoke and talk. Because someone has to provide the entertainment, and that is something which I am good at. And effortlessly so. I am not too keen on sweating it out, not in this kind of heat. Calorific loss has to come from something else. So I'll have a brand new house and that's cool. Or not so cool. Because I am used to finding my way around my clutter, although I keep losing things and finding them a year or so later. But as I peep into my garage, oh dear Lord, probably anyone but me would have a fit. A garage is supposed to house a car, not a million bits and bobs acquired over 35 years. It will all have to go. And it's not going to be easy.