TAKE - NO - PRISONERS This weekend was spent sorting. There were cupboards in my bedroom which haven't been opened in years. And I've amassed. Oh, how I've collected - newspapers, wallpapers, revision notes, exercise books, pictures, drawings, magazines, calendars, diarys, birthday cards - the list is endless. Drastic measures were called for. And there was only one man for the job: Michael. We didn't even open it. We just pushed the wooden chest of drawers straight out into the garden onto the vegetable patch ("the ashes become mulch...") and set it on fire. I watched it burn - and it felt good. I was then able to bring order to the stuff that had been saved. And now that everything is in its place, things can start to be made. Oh yes.
Order: Chaos:

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