A shed full of junk

Over the past few weeks, bit by bit I’ve been clearing junk from the shed. Obvious junk to begin with such as manky paint brushes I’ll never ever use again simply because they are too manky. I’ve chucked out an amazing number of those.

However, so far most of it is what I class as “junk I might find a use for one day”. I’ve thrown out loads of that, even though it was always obvious I’d never use it.

A set of cupboard door handles which were so ugly I replaced them with new ones. So why did I keep the horrible ones?

A set of wardrobe door handles – ditto.

Ancient tubes of silicone sealant which I’d never have used because even if I delved down into the part which hadn’t set solid I never want to use it when I can get a cheap new tube in town.

A plastic thingy for supporting runner bean canes which never worked and anyway bits kept snapping off. So why keep it? No idea.

A bag of tile grout which has set solid.

Decayed rubber gloves.

A short piece of metal tubing – no idea why I kept that.

Two teaspoons flecked with paint. What did I use those for? No idea.

A chunky metal thing which came with the wood-burner. I’ll keep that. Don’t know what it does though.

And so it goes on. It’s all bagged now ready to be thrown out, but I know there is more. It’s a shed – there is always more. It’s a dusty job too. Maybe I ought to wear a mask.