I’m another clutterbug – love the word – living with two clutterbugs of note, my husband and son. We all hoard, we all have mounds of papers, magazines and books, along with the latest hobby, sport or whatever with its accompanying ‘drek’, another lovely word for clutter that you’ll use some day but for the moment is just taking up space.

Now that my son has hit the teenage years it’s sometimes difficult to even enter his room for the piles of clothes, sports equipment, school bags, etc. The top bunk is a general stash of stuff that he can’t be bothered to put it away. Sometimes its difficult to find a clear surface in the lounge for the hockey sticks, cricket bats, discarded sweats and other paraphanalia.

Every now and again I will just have enough and go on a tidy and clean up blitz that leaves me exhausted but there will be clear surfaces, and all the stuff/drek is tidied away. It takes about 24 hours for the clutterbug to hit form again and the small piles, slowly become larger piles until the cycle repeats itself.

So you are not alone. My brother and his wife are known as King Faff and Queen Faffalot because of their procrastination and faffing around when the need to go somewhere. I guess my husband and I could be crowned King and Queen Clutterbug with Prince Clutterbug the heir in waiting.