Going to the C-BOX

First of all, this is not the C-BOX - this is the temporary re-cycling box, into which I have been putting (technically 'throwing) the various items recorded so far in this blog.

My assumption when I optimistically began this process was that as soon as this box was full to normal fullness, it would be emptied into the normal green recycling which in due course would be emptied into a big lorry and taken away.

I did not take full account of the hold these items had on my heart, and not surprisingly, I chickened out in the end, and didn't let them go. The small number of items I actually rescued are in the black carrier bag alongside.

Then I came up with the idea for the

C-BOX.

I have to tell you a little story to explain the name.

About fifteen years or so ago, C, a friend of my daughter volunteered to help me clear my clutter. Each item would be held up, and in each case, I couldn't bring myself to say: 'Let it go!'.

So in each case, the reply was the same:

'No problem. 

We'll just put it in this box. 

You have six months to decide whether you really want to take it back and keep it.

In six months time, I will come unannounced and dump whatever still remains in the box.'

Well, NINE months later, I noticed the box was gone. Try as I might, I couldn't remember what had been in it!

Not only that, in the years that have passed since then, I have never remembered what was in it. Talk about 'out of sight, out of mind!'

So now I'm adapting that wonderful invention of C. I have decided to parcel the contents of the box above in a dated plastic bag. Tony, my husband will come in six months or so, and dump any parcel whose six-month-limit has expired. And almost certainly the result will be the same.

Now all I have to do is to get a box to use as the C-BOX.

PS if any reader sees an item on the blog that they would like to salvage, feel welcome to let me know, and you will be welcome to it (providing I haven't salvaged it first myself!)