I hoard sentimental clutter. I kept a candle for 20 years because my friend gave me as gift from her holiday in Marrakesh. I refused to chuck it out even after it had melted when I left it next to a radiator. Soft toys from my childhood, old school projects, souvenirs and even birthday cards. I have a book full of ticket stubs of special places I have visited or gigs that I went to. Pebbles from beaches, plane tickets, Spanish pesetas, travel books from 2007. Anything that holds a precious memory I am pained to give up.
This post contains affiliate links I didn’t actually realise half-term was upon us until around 3pm on the Friday before. Argh! My niece and nephew don’t start their holidays until the week after so needless to say, I’ve been completely caught out an unprepared for the days ahead. But we are determined to make the most of it. My eldest is usually at pre-school four days a week and come 3pm the most he can managing is slumping on the sofa and demanding snacks. During the holidays, our usual activities centre around getting outside as much as we can but as it’s going to rain for most of the week,…