Well, I managed to frantically empty the 'tip' car just as they were closing due to high winds. I'm already struggling to remember exactly what was there but it was a full hatchback including passenger seat. A million decisions - the Tesco carrier bags from all eras, the suitcases, the school books, the magazines, the cushions, the other cushions, a brand new kitchen tap, a boxed scalloped toilet seat for a really tiny pan.
I can absolutely put everyone's mind at rest that my parents did not suffer at all during their lives. My dad was four at the end of the war, last year to do National service, which he adored. my mum briefly experienced chocolate rationing.
They married (it was a fancy do) and immediately bought a brand new house, three bed ,in the south east but didn't have a TV for the first two years.
I am pleased that they genuinely enjoyed their lives despite talking the talk of four day weeks and interest rates. They worked hard, sometimes. And they enjoyed their work social clubs and amazing other benefits.
I am utterly bored of their life stories and their perceived hard ships, I've heard them so many times. In return they remember very little of my life, my plans, my 20s, buying our first house, they just never took any notice.
And yet here I am trying to work out whether the dinner service is smash, sell or charity. If selling the Game of Life which was my main present the year my brother got a computer is worth the headspace or £20.
It's been a full on day and the bright spots have been you lot, sharing in misery, reflection on different viewpoints and appreciating that not all of us get the mighty privilege of looting Tutankhamuns tomb and unwrapping the limited edition plates that have lain undisturbed since they were delivered 40 years ago.
Thank you everyone, you are amazing.