Like a dose of salts

I've been at it again, having another sort through my things. I have much fewer belongings now than I did in London. I gave most of them to charity shops before I moved to where I live now. My flat is too small to house many things, so I've just advertised my enormous, specialized collection of cds for sale. I managed to unpack and home some more boxes, and that's made a bit more space in the spare room. I've still got three very large items of my brother's. He drives, so I wish he'd come down and get them. I know he won't though. I realise that at some point I'll have to struggle up to him by train, which is much dearer than the coaches I usually travel on, and very hard work.