Moving a lifetime worth of stuff

My grandparents have eventually agreed to move into a retirement village. Cue my mother and a sigh of relief. However, its not aneasy hill to climb. My grandmother is a type A hoarder, which means she can't let go of anything without much ummmm-ing and ahhh-ing. "Oh, but all old people are like that," you might say.  I hope not, for my sake as much as yours.

When my grandparents left their farm in Pietermaritzburg outside Durban, they downgraded the size of their home, but they didn't get rid of anything. Everything was boxed up and stored in their double garage. Boxes piled up to the ceiling with little paths created in between them is the order of the day it seems. 

My mum almost lot the plot last week when my grandmother refused to throw out two boxes worth of jam she'd made on the farm (more than 10 years ago), unless all the jam was emptied, the jars were cleaned, and  then taken to the recycling depot. Environmentally friendly she might be, but when you're scraping out all that rotting jam you just want to scream, 'SCREW YOU environment, these jars aren't worth the time OR energy!'

I'm off to do my duty on Thursday, and possibly stake my claim on some kitchenware, but Lord help me and grant me patience!

The pose I'm going to adopt on Thursday
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