Who am I?

My rough old paws stink of Dettol and sun block. Meant to clear up the house today but ended up clearing out the barn thing instead. Mr GPants started it. He was supposed to be clearing up the garden. We have had a life-lightening experience tho' - even tho' now I also have more stuff IN the house to go through. But we do have a fine-looking bonfire pile. And a frightening-looking dump pile. How come we accumulate so much STUFF?

We found creative things we had done in a previous life - wonderful tools, such an array of art materials, portfolios of drawings, newspaper bundles of forgotten ceramics, scrapbooks chronicling a couple of years' worth of the history of the world, tapes of songs, notebooks, scripts, proposals, designs, paintings, photographs, old address books full of long-since drifted partners in crime, tickets to gigs and shows and half a dozen guitar cases. All disintegrating. Covered in bird poo, mouse poo ....'the countryside'...... Stuff.

Daunting stuff.

I remarked that we would be so much happier if we were totally unproductive and just sat and watched telly all night instead.

'We do'

'Oh yeah. We do now'