The loft. That magical place where boxes are chucked, bags stored for safe-keeping, historical momentos kept. The home for the Christmas decorations, clothes that no longer fit, childhood books…
A wonderful place that keeps unwanted items out of sight and out of mind.
Until you move house that is. Then you have to empty it.
I thought it would take three hours to clear. How wrong I was. Six hours after bringing the first box down, the loft has finally been cleared. We are filthy. And absolutely cream crackered.