Where did my gratitude go? I swear I left it right here somewhere...

I'm too guilty to die. The bloody mess is phenomenal. I've got a horrible feeling I'm developing some sort of hoarding disorder and I'll be found mummified in the caravan after being smothered by the spare bedding that has taken up residence in there. Or squashed like a cockroach under a pile  of timber that might be useful. One day. Things will have to be sorted out before I shuffle off. What a job.