Well, I whinged publicly (and in so doing unwittingly caused an outbreak of gothjournal), so I guess it's only fair to apologise publicly too. The thing is, knowing that something's irrational and unreasonable doesn't always stop it feeling like a big wave of miserable hopelessness.

For the record, though, it's definitely not sion_a's fault that I have a houseful of junk, and it's entirely reasonable that he wants it all out of his house. Also, I really am glad that he and I— are happy together; if removing some old BBCs from the computer room increases that happiness, then that's great; and if taking the dining table away too will make them both happier still, then I will try to do it as soon as possible.

Now I'm off to tidy the house so my parents can get through the door on Sunday. It's getting there, slowly, and a setback now doesn't mean a failure forever.