Catharsis

Today, in an inspired bit of displacement activity (I should have been writing an essay) I decided to clear out my wardrobe. I'm only halfway through and the bedroom looks like the wardrobe exploded, but it feels good. I have filled to overflowing a bin liner full of skirts, trousers and tops I no longer want or need. And I haven't got round to shoes, bags, jewellery, dresses....man I have a lot of rubbish!

It also reminded me how much stuff I have that I actually like and had forgotten about. Though I really do need some new smart work trousers...

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Also, an advance confession...

Some friends from Church are moving to Africa to live and work for the next few years. They're having a farewell party which will involve a takeaway and, to be honest, I didn't have to think twice about it. As well as a chance to pig out, it means I can wholeheartedly take part in their leaving do. I think this will count as a bit of the 'Sunday allowance', but I don't intend to use them frequently.