Saturday, December 30, 2006

The trouble with stuff.

Is that I'm coming down with it.

I'm not talking Ferraris and minor royalty here: it's just that I seem to be drowning in discarded video game cases, odd socks, and semi read paperbacks that just haven't managed to get a grip.

I suppose I could have a spring clean. Then again, I wouldn't be content without the detrius of my life spilling about my person. A clean white prison of well ordered normalcy doesn't appeal somehow. Maybe I could donate a few dog eared books and inadvisable trouser purchases to one of the legion of charity shops. I'm sure the £3 raised would cure some afflicted infant somewhere.

I've decided on my New Year resolution. I shall collect all the small change that I usually lose down the back of the sofa and contribute it to a charity of any poor deluded readers choice. Come to that, I'll contribute some trousers.

I'm sure it'll be easier than giving up smoking.

2 comments:

suburban wonder said...

Inadvisable trouser purchases, eh? Just what sort of trousers are you purchasing, anyway? Tartan?

Rowan said...

charity? how about the sally ann, that's where I donate to, or you could do the heart and stroke or diabetes foundations.

The salvation army is my first choice though, because they not ONLY help the sick/dying, they help those in need at this horrible time of year especially.

I too need to get rid of paperbacks...holy crow...I had no idea I read so mcuh.