Today's decorating update →[More:]I am no nearer to painting this room than I was last weekend.

Today I have spent the whole day going through the many, many folders of paperwork that have accumulated in drawers and cupboards over the years. And yes, there is a lot of it. A lot.

Gas bills, electricity bills, council tax, water rates, phone bills, credit cards, every bill and bank statement I've ever received in the last ten years. Hell, every piece of paper I've acquired in the last ten years, or so it seems.

So I've been shredding for most of the day. I have this ridiculous little shredder that won't sit on the top of a large round bin, so I can only use the tiny hopper that it fits on. Shred, shred, shred, shred - empty shredder. Repeat, repeat, repeat ... But it was bearable. I put some mindless TV on and watched Maury (you ARE the father!), Dr Phil and Cheaters, but had to switch over when Jerry Springer came on, despite teh hawtness of Steve the security guard.

I filled 9 recycling sacks with the shredded remains of my life. The only bills I've kept are the most recent ones and I've vowed to shred them when the next ones arrive.

I also sorted out all the drawers in the dresser my ex-husband is having. What a load of rubbish was in there.

I still have the bookcase to clear out and sort - I'm going to keep only the Sue Grafton A-Z series, the John Lescroart novels and a few others. Most of the rest can go to charity, and there's a few I'll think of selling on eBay.

But I can't face the bookcase today. At least, not yet. I've been waking up ridiculously early, before 6am, and I'm one of those people who, once I wake up, I'm awake for the day. I've also only eaten two cinnamon and raisin bagels (or 'bygels' as they call them in east London), one at 7am and one at noon. I smell funky and my hair is dirty. So, although I'm a power shower girl and normally hate soaking in the bath, I think I might make an exception today and have a soak, a face pack and a deep conditioning treatment before I settle in for the evening to watch the football.

Tomorrow, early start on the books, yoga mid-morning, and, I hope, a big delivery to the charity shop with all my unwanted goodies.