After the excitement of the first home game of the season yesterday and rather too many pints of ‘wife beater’ in the B&H, today we’re both a bit listless and a bit flumpy. We’ve gone from extreme excitement at seeing all of our pals who we’ve not seen for three months, seeing Spurs with all the new signings and a win. We got home late last night and fell into bed but you know how it is? Drunken sleep doesn’t count! So, today we’re in full-on anticlimax if that’s not too much of a contradiction in terms.

We’ve been forcing ourselves to do ‘life laundry’ on our stuff – we’re carrying way too much junk. Even though this house seemed empty five years ago, with almost no furniture and empty cupboards, it has gradually filled up with stuff again and now we’re finding it difficult to see where it all came from.

We’ve hoiked out all of the stuff from the fitted wardrobes in the front room and chucked out three big bags of rubbish. We have three bags of stuff to go to the Charity Shop and the rest? Well the rest is now strewn all over the bed and floor and we’ve both lost interest…….I wonder what will happen to it next?

I suppose I’m quite pleased with what we’ve done but I can’t generate very much enthusiasm for the next phase.

This travel iron and hairdryer are going to the dump (you can’t take things like this to charity shops – they don’t accept electrical goods for some weird reason). They’ve never been used since I was given them in 1986, when I changed departments in my old company and I was going to have to travel. I was asked what I’d like as a ‘leaving’ pressie and I asked for exactly this. I thought it’d be a really useful thing as I was going to be staying away from home a lot. Isn’t it funny how you get these strange ideas in your head?

Not so, of course, because I’ve NEVER stayed in an hotel where there is no hairdryer and all business hotels will do laundry or lend you an iron and board. So they’ve been in the back of the cupboard, in full 80s garb of red and white packaging until today when I’ve been brutal and chucked them. I reckon nineteen years is enough of a test to see if I needed them and clearly I don’t.

Two years ago I was finding stuff on the pavement and last year we had new neighbours.