I’ve got a lot of stuff.
There’s clothes in my wardrobe, knick knacks on my chest of drawers, bits and bobs clogging up my handbag that prevent me from locating my wallet in a hurry.
I have food in the cupboard, the assurance of money coming into my account each week, working arms and legs which allow me to go wherever my feet desire.
So why does this little niggling feeling come along every now and then and tell me I need more?
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