or am I being precious about a load of junk?
We have a junk drawer in the kitchen. It gets used for dumping all sorts of random crap - bits of string, random curtain hooks, old chargers for phones we no longer own, dried out furry Prit-Sticks, etc, but it also contained lots of bits like fossils and shells the kids had collected, old tickets for days out, a couple of festival wristbands, some backstage passes from a concert we went to, badges the kids had collected - nothing of any £ value, or any real sentimental value, just things we'd collected from fun trips out, and DH has cleared the drawer out and chucked the whole lot away.
Now, I'm the first to admit the drawer needed clearing out, but I would have liked to have kept some of this stuff and it wouldn't have killed him to dump it in a box for us to go through together, or shove it in the loft.
Sad, I know, but I'm quite upset that he's chucked all this stuff out, I used to love rummaging through the drawer for something and coming across an old ticket or something and being reminded of the fun of that day
I hate clutter and stuff all over the house, but that drawer was like a memory bank iyswim, and now it's all gone