I had a very restless night and finally got up just after 5 this morning. I've spent most of my day so far decluttering. This was the second or third bout of "lifestyle reorganisation" since December and I'd say I've made a small to medium dent in it. I used the uprising feelings of annoyance and irritation at myself for being such a hoarder to finally let go of something I wanted to cling onto with dear life - a pair of black concert trousers I've had for about 16 years. They look like they're 16 years old and shouldn't be anywhere near a performance space, and these are the lengths I had to go to to prevent myself from salvaging them from the bin yet again:
Those ill-fated trousers - chop chop...
