I'm clearing out my wardrobe again, putting shirts and trousers in bin bags and intending to drop them off at the Salvation Army collection point when I go into town later on to try and find my sister a birthday present. Why every so often I throw out perfectly good, wearable clothing when I'm already convinced that I have little or nothing to wear most days is a mystery to me, but strange as it may seem, a wardrobe clearout always makes me feel better, less burdened, lighter of heart...and let's face it, some of these things I'll never fit into again. Better someone else gets a chance to enjoy them. Besides, I'm tentatively planning to visit London again for the January sales, so I'll need the space I'm creating soon. I think I might even part with one or two pairs of shoes today...

I'm also trying to clear out the cellar, but I can see that it'll be a job that'll take several tries. Unbelievable, the junk that's accumulated there in the last 7 or 8 years! I've made a start by throwing out all my old video tapes -- even though I still own a VCR, I never use it anymore, and I'm sure tapes must deteriorate over time, especially if they've been kept in a cobwebby cellar for several years.

Work and Jobsworth have been getting to me again lately, disturbing my dreams at night, and so I've decided to take a day off every week for the rest of the year, or I may end up back in the same dark place I was in a year ago. I know I should find something else somewhere else really, but I'm still holding out for redundancy. It's difficult though, when all the colleagues you've worked and formed friendships with for years and years get made redundant, but you yourself keep being passed over.

ETA: failed to find my sister a nice birthday present, so a card will have to do. Saw a gorgeous pair of boots, but failed to bring them home with me for some reason. Now I'm downloading Paint Shop Pro, so I can try and fail miserably at making icons later. Meh.