I've been hurling crap into the hired skip (dumpster) with abandon, whilst mama has attacked the garages below. It's been good exercise and very satisying, but mind-numbingly dull and finger-numbingly cold. This was about three hours in: By around five hours in I had managed to clear a path to the back window, but fear I have at least another hour to go to make it look more like controlled storage and less like the local dump. I'm just glad no one saw me in my special attic-clearing getup, scavanged from the bootroom. I was wearing a sheepskin flying bonnet strapped under my chin, an ancient fleece, and rubber halfboots decorated with Jack Russell terriers. I think you did a fab job and made great strides in clearing out the mess! Pat yourself on the back and have a nice relaxing bath and a cuppa to give yourself a break for work well done! My house is in serious need of organization, when we moved here a little over 10 years ago my daughter was just an infant and into everything so it took me ages to unpack. Then we never figured out what sort of organising furniture, etc we really needed (and still do) to get this place into shape. Factor in that we're book and clothing hoarders and you've got one giant mess of a massive, yet beautiful old house. One of these days.... Gotta get moving on that ebaying and craisglist. At least we've been great at