Try to get rid of unwanted/unneeded stuff out of this room, where my PC is, just after lunchtime. They are not my stuff, actually. It's the deceased one's. (It's legally mine, any way.)
Couldn't believe that he had stored so many things which even he didn't need/used at all... I think you can fill a supermarket trolley with these. And, there's loads of vinyl records which I'd like to give away to his friend. (A trolley-ful and a half.) And I do 't know what to do with hundreds of Japanese movie flyers.
I'm so knackered after lifting and shifting. (Good upper-body and arm exercise.) I don't recommend you marrying a hoarder. Well, if you can't give him/her up, you should die first so that you won't need to sort his/her stuff.
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