We’re still obsessing with chucking away all the old crap that we don’t want but seem to have. The decision to live in a house rather than a storage depot with beds in it is definitely helping us to this end. What has been interesting is some of the stuff that’s turned up from our youth though. We found a shoebox of small pink plastic monsters called muscle men, which I never realised was a backronym for Millions of Unusual Small Creatures Lurking Everywhere at the time. The boy has already spent hours fiddling about with them, lining them up looking for duplicates and letting them have conversations and adventures together. This decluttering malarky is harder than it looks at times…