There are no monster under my bed. They moved on to scare other children. There is now plenty of other things there, unopened envelopes and opened ones, collections of all kind, an entire IS department, the special gifts, the things I will need to return as soon as possible, some of the silly photographs, CDs, LEGO remote controlled cars, the other things I do not like to write about. All wonderfully organized into stuffed bins.
I managed to throw out large bags again today. Now there is room for new and better things.