Dh keeps discovering that I took certain items to the recycle centre whilst he was away 
Nothing of any value or sentimental attachment.
He is quietly seething.
I also chucked an old pine box away that had. Some of my stuff in and he blew his top, saying that he'd have used it.
Bloody hell, tatty old shite.
So far I've cleared ds1 and ds2's bedrooms, my area and filled 14 bin bags, a ton of old cardboard boxes and some old, cracked plastic boxes. I've cleaned and scrubbed as I've gone along too.
Don't thank me or nuffin' dh 
I have a sore back and he needs crisis counselling. Remind me never to move house again 