Bad news yesterday indicated I'll need to buy a new (used) car - realised in the middle of the night that will mean going to the garage in order to remove from my old car a shooting stick, an umbrella, my good gloves, Tracy the triceratops, several shopping bags, at least three bottles of holy water, a box of tissues, a bottle of de-icer spray, many many old parking tickets, many many many church newsletters, my lottery tickets, some small change (including that £1 I found in a shopping trolley), the calf ration bags I put over the windscreen in frosty weather
maybe some other stuff
. . .
Just as well I'm not one of those pesky hoarders, and that I keep it fairly clutter-free.