what's under the bed?

This week one of the hamsters made her (2nd) bid for freedom and had an escapade that necessitated dragging all the boxes out from under my bed. As everything was out I thought rather than put them back I'd give it a good hoover and maybe even a sort through. In my mind it was just dust and out of date leaflets advertising local tourist attractions. There was plenty of both of these, but I'd not realised there would also be lots of momentoes. You know those things you keep in order to bring back all those happy memories. Things like Valentine's cards and postcards.
So that turned out to be a bit of a step backwards in what had otherwise been a forward moving day. I found someone happy to witness my signing a box; I saved myself £42 by asking the guy on the phone if there was an alternative to having money put into my account; and by the close of day had been officially offered a mortgage. (I do work as well you know, I don't just spend my entire day filing in forms, it just feels like it).
Now I know what's under my bed I think I might like to rehouse it - I don't want to have things that make me sad in the place where I want to curl up happily each night. I'm a believer in not having a TV in my bedroom, or to work in my bedroom, cos I think it's good to have a safe haven to dream in. A song leapt to mind about protecting each other from the monsters beneath our bed. I don't think I've ever had concerns about monsters. And I'm lucky enough to have space so I can relocate stuff I want to keep - they might still leave me sad right now but I'm confident a day will come when I can look back fondly at it all.