That's it, I've burnt my bridges now!

So there's no turning back now.....
The house is on the market, the first viewer is coming round on Saturday morning.... better get a new vacuum cleaner before then!!!

And I told the senior partner at work that I'll be leaving someday soon.
I've suggested a couple of colleagues names to replace me when the time is right, so that there is a seamless flow of counselling in my place of work.

It's odd a few weekends ago before I made this decision I had a cleaning glut, which is a rare occurrence, I may be obsessionally tidy, but cleaning I can leave for some time. And I did bizarre things like clean the mildew from the tiles in the bathroom. Even whilst doing them I thought I should get a life, big time. But now I'm so glad I've done these weird and wacky jobs.

So now when the mood takes me bits and bobs get sorted out, like filling a charity bag with all the clothes loitering at the top of my wardrobe on Sunday. And tonight getting rid of a plant that has been taking over the kitchen, but was mainly dead. It's been dead for some time, but I've been able to ignore it for ages, as shifting it would mean a whole load of leaves all over the kitchen.

This of course is exactly what happened, I just question my wisdom sometime though in not moving things out of the way first.... so lots of things then had to be emptied of fallen dead leaves, like my handbag (purse),briefcase, pen holder and all other things I left in the way to make a five minute job into a full half hour of sorting and cleaning!!

There are jobs that I know I'll have to do sooner or later, but need to gird my loins first, like sorting through my filling cabinet, and my desk, not things I like doing, far too much like hard work. But they will all have to be done as taking a receipt from the gas company from four years ago to Devon probably isn't necessary.

Thing is in this downsizing that I'm going to do, trying to be brutal with my books is very hard. Which ones do I cull, .... the art books that I never look at anymore but love, the novels that were so good when I read them that they have been kept never to be read again, the myriad of therapy books, some of which have been read and some just take up space on my bookshelf, but their work books and therefore essential.

As for the many CDs that I haven't listened to forever.... And I can't get rid of my vinyl, even though I haven't had a deck for around 20 years. I mean Sgt Pepper is worth something isn't it. Just because it's scratched to smithereens is irrelevant!!!

And I'm not a hoarder I just have collections of stuff! Does anyone have a use for Barry Manilow on vinyl?????