Hoarding
With hoarding there are extremes upon the spectrum. I wouldn't say that I am the worst kind of hoarder - like the Scottish fellow in the picture - but I admit that I display some elements of this behaviour. I hang on to things and I struggle to let them go. I still have every university coursework essay that I submitted for assessment between September 1973 and December 1977 and I still have every Hull City football programme that I bought between November 1964 and May 2024 - sixty years worth. But I am even worse with books. I have hundreds of them. Mostly I have read them just the once and have no plans to ever read them again. In May of last year, I rediscovered a large cache of books up in our attic and I was quite ruthless with them, managing to push nearly all of them into a book bank at one of this city's recycling centres. I know it was the right thing to do but I still kind of regret it. See related blogpost. There's a bookcase in our bedroom and tw...