Some people are just weird, they get joy from tidying and sorting.
I am not one of those people.
But I have started, there is a box of clothing for the charity shop; a box of giant clothes and a box of too small ones too.
And even some clean clothes in my draws…
Somehow the charity shop box is the one I’m proud of, things I’ll never wear finding new homes, things I loved (rather than the only things leaving the house being things that have died.)