Sitting in our attic is a cardboard box of CDs that I have been trying to get rid of for years.

The CDs actually belong to my husband – I gave away my own CD collection when we moved into our house 12 years ago.

My husband’s CD collection. Credit: Cara Waters

At the time op shops still took CD collections, so I felt that temporary warm glow you get when you donate something. I’m pretty sure most don’t accept them any more.

The problem is that while I try my best to adopt a Marie Kondo approach to possessions, weighing up whether they are ever used, let alone spark joy, my husband is a hoarder from way back.

He is still upset about his mum throwing out his favourite pair of tracksuit pants 25 years ago.

So it didn’t entirely surprise me that 12 years ago he wanted to hang on to his CD collection, carefully packed away in a cardboard box.

We had already moved on to listening to music on iPods and streaming services were just around the corner, but he was adamant that the CD collection remained “just in case”.

We don’t even have a CD player.

I tried........

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