It is at This Point That the Real Story of the Home Declutter Begins

It began one fine winter’s day. The sun was gleaming off the snow covered-everything, the birds were chirping away happily in the heated birdbath and the family was coming over for a spot of winter wonderland fun in the form of snowmen, snowball fights, sledding, and best of all, skiing.
Let the home declutter just take the time out to say that he is a champion skier and even his family has admitted it to be true. This of course was the reason for his personal tragedy as it were:The home declutter had somehow managed to break his leg even before he went skiing!

But wait, I digress. We will instead go back to the shining sun and the chirping birds amid the air of anticipation. It was a silly thing really, and with hindsight there was no way that the home declutter could have avoided it, but here goes. Oh, and did I mention that the home declutter house is on a fairly steep slope? It pertains to the story. So there he was, all trussed up like mom’s thanksgiving turkey and feeling just as hot, when the home declutter spys the neighbor’s kids coming over with eager looks, a rambunctious puppy and a sled.

He waits there for them to come over to him because he knows that the minute he turns his back, the squirrel that’s been eyeing home declutter skiing gear will do away with something or other to line its nest. The home declutter hears a shout from the other direction and turns his head to see his assorted nephews and nieces making their way towards him. For some odd reason they prefer to get down at the base of the hill and race up his house, which he finds completely crazy, especially in winter.

Anyway, there the home declutter was being converged on all sides by children, dogs (because naturally the children in his family must have at least one of them around), and an eager-beaver in the form of a squirrel eyeing his thermal lined gear. And that’s when it happened, when tragedy struck in the form of two or three or half-a-dozen, overeager puppies (that point always seems to be a sticky issue), meeting with the home declutter in the middle a lá 101 Dalmatians.

The home declutter was not to be as lucky as in the movie, because instead of keeping his full attention on the bounding dogs he was also keeping a weather eye on the squirrel who was taking advantage of the distraction to advance ever closer. To make a longer story short, the dogs met and greeted each other with joy, the kids thinking it all to be high fun all joined in, and the squirrel taking its chance scurried over and filched one of the home declutter prized skiing gloves.

I will always swear that it was the squirrel that it did it, because it was as home declutter was reaching for it that he happened to lose whatever precarious balance he had and went tumbling down the mountain (well, at least, it felt like a mountain to the home declutter). This gave immediate lie to the fact that a rolling person gathers no snow because by the time he ended up – or down as the case may be – at the feet of his astonished siblings, the home declutter had gathered what seemed like a ton of snow in every possible nook and cranny and was, even as they watched, melting in front of their eyes!

To cut a long story short again, the home declutter broke his leg, didn’t get to go skiing after all, had to suffer the indignity of being ridiculed by all and sundry, and to add insult to injury, the darned squirrel managed to get away with his glove after all. That was however, not the end of it.The home declutter was now forced to spend more time in his house, or rather in certain cluttered up parts of his house, than he had previously ever had to. It is at this point that the real story began.