Desire to de-clutter has reared its ugly or pretty head, still not sure which one it is.  Surrounded by 'stuff ', by my standards anyway.  It's all over the freaking joint!  Where does it all come from?  No sooner do I get rid of some of it, it comes back again, but each time with a stronger force.  Heeeeeelp.  In the attic, in the shed, in the house, eeeergh, where isn't it?  I read once that stages of life are determined by how many keys one has.  When you are a child you have none.  Then when you are a teenager you get given a front door key.  Then you learn to drive and you get a car key.  Then you leave home, get your own place, get an additional front and back door key and possibly a shed or garage key.  Then you get older and more security conscious and if you have double glazing, you get window keys and on and on it goes.  I have WAY too many fucking keys.