For some reason I seem to hold onto all kinds of odd items because "I'm sure I'll put them to good use one day".
These old pyjama bottoms are a prime example - nice fabric, but ripped and pretty useless. I'm sure I'll probably never use the fabric for anything else so why are they taking up storage space which I don't really have?
I must change my ways before I end up like Mr. Trebus.
Everything I own is slowly being ruined by the dampness of my flat anyway...which is top of my fix list at the moment. I've even booked in a house viewing for tomorrow - though I'm secretly hoping it is worse than my flat so that I feel better about my situation.
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Mr Trebus is a personal hero of mine- I always judge the chaos in my house on a Trebus-scale. I like to think of John Peel narrating things as I am crushed to death under my clutter.
Ha!
He was a gem indeed!
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