If you were a 'Masters of the Universe' character?

Buster made me clean out my side of the wardrobe last night. Yes, he made me. He stood in the doorway and wouldn't let me out until it was tidy and sorted. Apparently he was sick of my side looking like a clothes bomb had gone off while his side was tidy and ordered in, I might add, a distinctly pathological manner.

It was actually quite traumatic. I had to make decisions and, as you know, I am a confirmed decision-phobe.

I had to sort out everything in the cupboard into only three piles - the hang in the wardrobe pile, the charity pile and the too big/too small pile (which I managed to compromise to a store in the spare room in case I shrink or blimp). It was awful but surprisingly cathartic.

I probably gave about a fifth to charity, two-fifths to the too big/too small pile and retained the remaining two-fifths in the cupboard. I also gave three handbags and three pairs of shoes to charity.

So now my cupboard looks a bit bare but at least I can wear everything. Apparently if I was a 'Masters of the Universe" character my name would be 'Hoardac the Horder'. No big surprises there then.