Tackling the attic and the 'War on Stuff'

If I’d known this important truth, I wouldn’t have been in a hurry to grow up: Adult life is mostly getting things in and out of the attic, wrties Colm O’Regan

Each time, I think we’ve honed our ‘stuff systems’, each time we think we’ve won the ‘War on Stuff’, each time we collapse triumphant, exhausted at the end of a day spent Sorting That Bloody Attic Once And For All. But we’re wrong. We merely won a skirmish. The war goes on.

There is a brief period of peace. I go up into the attic and revel in the square inches and square inches of floor space. The floor used to be ankle deep in promotional hotel pens that didn’t work, one strap-pad for a car seat, brochures from the time you went to the bank to ask a question and they tried to make you open fourteen accounts.