Anatonomy of a build: 1880's Victorian house loft conversion: tat.

Man it just goes on and on. Tat is the gift that keeps on giving. Nobody can underestimate the sheer volume of junk that a family of four accumulates. Nobody. We're like secret hoarders.

I cleared the loft out, fine. Moved it into the basement essentially, but twelve car loads went to the tip. All well and good but what happens when you actually need to find something from the basement? That gets trashed. It's junk isn't it? Really needs a sort out. Anyway found a handy depository to store some stuff in my car. Really? Yes. I now own a one seater Fiesta.


But it still gets worse. We're having a new bedroom. Us adults are moving out and the kids are moving in in effect. So at the same time as sorting out the loft, basement and outside toilet, I have to clear their rooms out - note that somehow this clearing out is my job. How did that happen? Bugger; basement full, and the normal depository - the roof void - is no longer an option. I have to actually deal with this crap instead of hiding it away. No kidding, but my Boy Child had hidden in his room a good 800 litres of junk; under his bed, a chair and the wardrobe. 800 litres of broken toys, pens and empty boxes. He even had ten dismantled watches. And this is before I tackle his toys.

Our daughter isn't so bad. She only has, somehow, over 1,000 soft toys hidden throughout the house.

People, do not whatever you do underestimate the sheer volume of tat you have. So far I've found in the roof void:
  • 6,000 old magazines.
  • Photographs of a family that lived in the house before us.
  • A dining room table. Actually scratch that; three dining room tables and six chairs.
  • A full sized wardrobe.
  • Two bookcases full of books.
  • A t.v.
  • A hi-fi system.
  • 200 music cassettes.
  • 100 vinyl albums.
  • 20 1:18 scale model cars.
  • Three full Scalextric sets.
  • 1990's clothing.
  • Three duvets and six pillows.
  • Toys, toys and more toys.
But alas no old mountain bike parts.