It's that time of year again.  The annual MAJOR de-clutter.  How can it be that I am in a constant state of de-cluttering?  Surely the whole point of it is that you get to a point where there is nothing left. to throw out.  Oh yeah.  Continuing to purchase probably doesn't help.  So.  I pull out an inoffensive potato peeler and ask the husband if he uses it.  Knowing me as well as he does, he immediately knows it is heading straight to a charity shop.  I am the only spud peeler that lives here.  His argument is that my sister or brother-in-law may want to do a spot of peeling when they visit.  Note to husband.  You are going to have to do so much better than that to keep something in this house!