Let's be honest, everybody has a drawer/cupboard/room of shame. Don't they? Please? It can't just be me!
When I was in the regular vicars I had to be Grown Up and have a study. When I retired I thought, "Whooppee! Second childhood, here I come". And so I called it my playroom.
But it became The Room of Doom. Things went in there never to be seen again. Gremlins ate them.
Or they bred. (Look carefully and you'll see two copies of "Blogging for Dummies".)
The gremlins left things on the floor to trip up the unwary (sadly, me!).
So now it must be tackled. Big Time. This is not a small messy place to be sorted in a day. It will take two or three months to be done properly.
Oh dear! I NEED ENCOURAGEMENT!!!