Yesterday I found all my cuddly toys.
I selected about a third of them that could go to a charity shop. This was hard.
It's nice to think that someone else might really enjoy them though. At a car boot sale in the summer I sold all my Thomas the Tank Engine books to a woman whose son really loved said train, which made me feel good. At the same sale, a man was eyeing up a train of wooden soldiers I had played with for many a year. I was surprised (they had fought a few wars) and disappointed when he asked how much we wanted for them. It was fantastic, however, to hear him say, "I think they're quite cute," and see his young son nod in approval as he inspected my portable army.
It's still hard though.