Despite the fact I flew the parental nest some time ago, it turns out I’m one of those annoying people who uses their folks’ home as a warehouse.
I finally got the hint that my parents thought my own loft was under-used when I popped round to theirs and found six carrier bags full of my stuff waiting for me.
Fed-up of opening their cupboards and finding an assortment of stuffed toys and tat spilling out, I got an ultimatum – you either take it all with you or Froggie and Teddy get it.
If your grown up children think they have a claim on your storage space I suggest you do the same.
Only the contents of one bag came with me so the ‘sentimental value’ argument I’d trotted out previously clearly didn’t ring true.