I spent my precious day off decluttering and returning various items to friends and family and visiting clothes banks and the local tip. This included a painful amount of time in the kitchen, cleaning stuff I didn't even know was dirty until I touched it.
DC came home from having tea with Daddy and spotted the fondue kit - that has been used twice in 10 years and said, 'can we have cheese fondue for tea on Sunday, it's my night to choose'. Argh. I'm stuck with a bleeding fondue kit for the next 10 years, aren't I?