Too much for one small cottage to cope with.
Every corner seems to have a much loved nick- nack shoved into it.
Something to cherish
Something to dust.
The burleigh potty? Mrs Roberts' grandfather clock? One of our watercolours?
A Carltonware lobster fruit bowl? Family photos?
Stuff is just stuff
When we are dead and gone..
The flotsam and jetsam of our life together
will be shelf clutter in a charity shop or antique centre
You never " own" stuff
You only look after it for a while..........................