Dribbling

The freezer that is.
We defrosted it today and I just put all the strange little packages and about 20 different tubs of stock and soup back in. during the day we had to climb over strange blanket-covered mounds which hid washing baskets full of newspaper-wrapped, frozen stuff.
It occurs to me, thinking about photos and stock tubs and handbags, that I tend to do things in large numbers. Saucepans and lovingly saved plastic containers too, now I think some more. And it's best not to mention the silk shirts. Or scarves. Or chenille tops. Earrings.
Or the fact that I like to have at least one handcream tube in almost every room in case I can't access another room for some reason. And that makes me wonder if I might start collecting chamber pots for when I get very old. Though up to now 2 loos has been sufficient.
Books. Must be upward of 1,000 stuffed into shelves and bookcases around the house. Oh I forgot the music room. Add another 2 or 3 hundred. Not to mention the select few in front of me now.
Music. well when I was borrowing Fran's car and it was broken into I claimed back 30 odd CDs on the insurance and that was a very select few. (nearly all classical and not in their cases so I can't imagine what the thieves thought they were going to do with them).
And, of course, 7 fiddles, 2 violas and a piano. But I do play all the fiddles except the one that Youngest has in case she wants to play again. And one of them's been in dock for nearly a year waiting for the advent of a new and wonderful tool which will cut the cost and the repair time by half as well as doing a better job. I shall be chasing Boss for that with a vengeance as soon as I'm not working for him any more! (Oh and I don't actually play the two tiny ones that Adam and fran played when they were tiny)
People like me should possibly not live in towns with 5 charity shops.