Every so often I try and clear some space in my (very small) flat but … attempting to sort out books to take to a charity shop I start reading them again and then where are you? Not quite as bad as taking piles of books to a charity shop then later buying them back again, which an acquaintance of mine did. Hundreds of drawings, packages of book artwork, book plans, too many envelopes crammed with illustrations for a wide variety of magazines and newspapers occupy cupboards and plan chest drawers. I wasn’t really going to get rid of this old image because I wouldn’t dare, and in any case it kind of reflects my mood at the moment. Actually de-cluttering is over-rated, don’t you agree?