Less is more. I know that and yet .. what to do with the excess? Just chuck it you say. Such a waste. More. She doesn’t need more.
So, I have a problem with stuff. And even though I don’t seek it out, it seems I’m surrounded by it. And at Mum’s I felt the pressure of it .. the irritation of it .. too much stuff. “Too many notes” Ian used to say. I strive towards minimalism and yet .. there is always more. No more, I say. I’ve had enough. Walk away. Put my head in the sand. I…