We are in SUCH a mess. My mother's flat (10 rooms, most of them large and all of them filled with - not valuable, but valued - possessions) is now more or less empty. And far too many of the former contents are in our sitting room. Some of them are in our kitchen. A large corner cupboard, which Daughter 1 likes but has no room for in her present house, is lying on its side in Son's old bedroom. Currently it's quite hard to negotiate our way from one side of our sitting room to the other.
On the up side, Daughters 1 and 2 and Son are at some point going to come and take some of these things away. On the down side, there's going to be quite a bit left. Even at the last moment, as the auctioneer's men were putting labels on things, I was suddenly thinking, oh, I can't let those particular teaspoons be sold - Mum's so fond of them. (Do we need teaspoons? Or those pretty little bowls? Or anything more at all? No. But we've got them now.)
At the same time, it was so horrible to see many of Mum's treasured little bits and pieces being wrapped up and carried away.
I've emptied a display cupboard in the kitchen and arranged Great Great Auntie Bee's teaset and Mum's wedding present coffee set in it. And I've wrapped up most of the things that were in that cupboard and put them in a bag to give to a charity shop. Most of the things, but of course not all. The rest... are sitting about the kitchen. As is my Granny's silver wedding china.
Tomorrow: take Mum to have her hair done, then drive a whole carful of household equipment to Fresh Start, then take another carful of tablecloths and little crocheted mats and hats worn to weddings and Mum's cocktail dresses to a charity shop. And then try to clear a path through the sitting room.