Does it spark joy? That is, apparently, the question, according to one of these self-help schemes/books/videos/courses, and is the fundamental proposition behind a way of decluttering your life, and making yourself happier, so somebody told me the other day.

And as daffodils are coming out, and it’s very nearly spring, it feels to me like time to start thinking about a declutter. So you get the idea of this fad: pick up an old cushion, give it a squeeze and a cuddle, decide if it brings you joy and, if not, chuck it out.

I tried it. Got things out of cupboards and rooms, went right through the house, asked myself if they truly brought me joy and binned them if they didn’t.

Anyway, the cat and my motorcycle and I have never been happier. Or hungrier. Please send help.

But there was one nugget of semi-truth, I thought, in what I read about it: storage – even clever storage solutions – are, in essence, just organised hoarding, which is no good to anyone. Among readers of this publication, I might well not be alone in having a garage, shed or workshop, with one or two things in it that, perhaps, could have been thrown out a while ago but are kept ‘just in case’ they might be handy.