Let's get onto my favourite topic.  Stuff.  Why does it drive me mad?  Why do I want so much less of it than most people?  I'm constantly de-cluttering.  Weeding stuff out.  Yet it returns.  In a different form.  I'm not a minimalist but I'm constantly asking, can I do without it?  Various theories.  In a previous life, I was either a gypsy, constantly on the move, so, unable to own too much or I was a refugee and this is the bizarre bit.  I deep down always feel that I am going to need to flee at a moments notice and therefore need to know where everything is and not have too much of it.  Just short of always having one foot out the door.  Possibly, I am sub-consciously striving towards leaving this life as I arrived, with no physical possessions and no, I haven't studied any Eastern philosophies.  Yes, I am aware that now that I have written it, it sounds bloody weird but hey, it's who I am!