This will be the third year in the row that we haven't had a tree in the lounge & the second year that we haven't had the pretty stuff in the hall that I like to put out, because the levels of clutter & crap have become frankly ridiculous. It was bad before but mostly hidden in upstairs rooms. Last year I just hung a wreath on the front door & lay the cards in a heap on the hall table. Not sure I can be bothered even to do that this year. The whole house is filled with his stuff, all over every flat surface, the lounge & dining-room are unusable, we step around & over stuff in every room. It's not mine to throw out & tackling it or mentioning tackling it causes a row (although I do sling out the odd thing in a rage - nothing is ever missed [wink]) He works hard, long hours, & does not have the energy or inclination to do anything about it, even though he assures me he hates it as much as I do. The whole house is a fucking embarrassment - we hardly ever have anyone over [sad] - having said that our friend is coming to stay next weekend - a lovely man who lives in a clean & tidy house [blush] I'm not even that tidy or house-proud really - on holiday he's much the tidier out of the pair of us [confused] I'd just like the house to be _normal_