Specifically paperwork. It's everywhere. From time to time I box it up and now I have 19 boxes, one crate, and a suitcase full of it. They are in every room of our tiny house, including DDs room, the loft and conservatory. It ranges from banking details to stuff relating to university from the 90s. It's not in any discernable order. He is 'between jobs' and I work (and all the rest). I've asked, demanded, threatened and cajoled that he do something with it all; to no avail. I'm now at the end of my tether and feel like walking out and leaving him to it. Help!