My eldest’s 15th birthday was probably not the best day to begin a playroom clear out. There has always been someone to pass them down to before but Bonus Boy is my last and he has outgrown many, many things so they have to go but, goodness, it’s hard!
There are so many memories wrapped up in books and toys, so many cuddly creatures who have absorbed angst and misery, have lain patiently and been bandaged to the point of suffocation, have whizzed down the stairs on a piece of string or flown down with a plastic bag parachute – loved to within an inch of their lives. I would like to keep them all but after 15 years of toy acquisition we are reaching bursting point.
I have to decide which ones retire to the attic to reappear looking a bit raggy and smelling a bit musty to delight the hundreds of grandchildren I am anticipating and which ones can be passed on to other families to be loved anew. Bonus Boy is currently enjoying the Lego which has been passed down from his Dad to his Big Brothers and Sister to him, the Meccano and the Scalextric are beckoning and I keep restocking his bookshelves with their old favourites and mine.
I can’t get the children to help me clear out because they are worse than me and nothing will leave the house. We’ll be like one of those horror houses on TV where you can’t get through the front door for piles of hoarded magazines and stuff. I’ll be found, trying to dig myself out with a Buckaroo shovel! Wish me luck, I am heading back in with black bags and a hanky!
Are you a chucker or a keeper? What is your solution to the toy mountain? Which toys are you keeping for your grandchildren? Can anyone tell me how I clear without tears? Has anyone got a number where I can bulk buy tissues?
PS I didn’t set these photos up, Mr Thinly Spread called me into the playroom to show me what Bonus Boy had been up to – isn’t he fab?!