tonight post bootcamp and shower, i was thinking what else i could do that would make me feel great.

i had done my inhouse makeover, and so what could i do for the soul?

ahhh, with charles out of the flat, there was only one thing to do…play throw away.

i opened the closet doors wide and was quite ruthless. made tall piles of "piling" clothes, socks getting close to holey (can't stand holes in socks), grubby looking knickers, thongs too wide in back (considering i wear thongs about 14-22 per cent of the time it is decent that i keep so many), sweaters with sleeves too short, black skirts gone out of style, business blazers i no longer wear. it took me 20 minutes and i am still smiling.

why do i love throwing things out? why am i so reluctant to cleanse my bookshelf? the annual kennedy night market is 5 december. i need to get rid of all the hangers on in the bookshelf…some of it will be easy. there are some absolute crap books that are barely good for reading once. but what about books like "guns germs and steel?" an interesting trajectory? i read it once, it was fascinating, but will i ever read it again? probably not…but it was v. expensive and v. interesting. choices, choices.

maybe i will just throw away some of magnificent's stuff instead.