Defeat

You sort methodically, you label neatly, you pack tidily, you label some more, and then....

....you come to THAT kitchen drawer.

You gaze in despair at the junk that undoubtedly holds some essentials, and will take more time than you have to separate one from the other. Cat-medicating syringes, rubber bands (perished), saved string, an old toothbrush, a sheaf of tokens clipped together for some money-saving scheme long ended, a knob from something important, flower food sachets, a single earring, a strainer bag for jam-making, several packs of those bizarre cat treat sticks that have to be hidden from Millie, who adores them but who hasn't learned to open drawers in order to steal.

And so much more. Rather squalid, rather unappealing, but not so nasty that you can throw it out untouched.

And so you tip it into an M & S carrier bag, and tie a knot in the handles. Then you put it in the large cardboard box marked 'Kitchen Misc.' and walk away briskly, humming to distract yourself.

You don't think about unpacking it at the other end. Hum hum hum, la la la.....