What if in the process of downsizing I throw out/give away stuff that I will later wish I still had?
What if I don't throw out/give away enough stuff and my adorable "independent living" cottage ends up looking like a rag-and-bone shop?
Will going from six bedrooms and eighteen acres to two bedrooms and a handkerchief-sized garden give me terminal claustrophobia?
If an heirloom was foisted upon me in the first place, am I bound to hang on to it forever?
What makes an heirloom an heirloom?
Will I ever read La Chanson de Roland in Old French again?
Can Kindle and the internet really replace the contents of ten tall bookcases?
How many antique canning jars (the lovely deep-blue ones, with zinc lids) am I morally justified in keeping?
(To be continued.)