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It was just after the Christmas holidays. I was looking around my flat thinking ‘why do I have so much stuff?!’ and I had such a heavy feeling inside. 

I have realized keeping ‘stuff’ is in my DNA. It is definitely an inherited trait, and I’m sure if the BBC did a “who do you think you are” on my family, they’d just find generations of busting houses full of bags and ornaments, but in slightly blacker and whiter, sepia-esq pictures. 

‘What is the harm in a bit of clutter?’ you might ask if you’re a Clutterbuck like me. You might even feel comforted by it. Well, for me, it talks to me. I can hear it. It gets right in my earhole. ‘Look at me, I’m here!! I’m gathering dust and useless, I don’t fit, I’m here to remind you how fat you are’ etc.