I did a bit more research and found a second hand copy from a smaller independent book seller and promptly bought it. Which, as I was reminded, was a bit of a contradiction - purchasing a book on how to declutter - hmmm - may have to think on that conundrum. Any hoo, it landed today and I decided that I would curl up with a brew, the book and some knitting and quietly read away. The weather outside was doing it's best to be dreary and I really wanted to get on and knit.
Because by page 20 I was up and in the bathroom going through the cabinet and sorting out the shelf of shampoos of doom (we have more than we need - I may have mentioned it before - there are spares of all shapes and sizes kept by both boys and their girls). I had not realised how many were half bottles of the same varieties, so they were all upended to reduce the quantity. Nearly finished tins of hair wax, old sponges and nearly empty shaving gel and deodorants (all the lads I hasten to add!) were sorted and thrown away, the shelves wiped and the few survivors returned trembling to stay another day.
While I was up there I changed the towels, chucked them in the wash and gave all the plants their weekly sauna (they all jump into the bath, have a shower then drain before being returned to their usual places).
I came down to take out the now washed towels and decided on a quick brew and another glance at the book - I devoured several more chapters and found myself taking all the 'stuff' off the dresser and dumping it on the dining room table. The dresser was given a good clean and each..and..every..item was given a good looking at before being moved either back to the dresser or into the paper skip (why on earth do I still have a catalogue from a company I don't use?) or in the recycling, charity shop box or bin. It felt rather cathartic.
I noticed that the carpet where'd I'd been sorting things out needed vacuuming as snippety bits of paper and fluff had been produced by my over enthusiastic tidying up.