So. I managed to dismantle Abbie's bed without major injury. One trapped finger was the only casualty of singlehandedly demolishing a bed that had taken 2 people to put together. Within the next 24 hours Abbie will have her brand new (to her, but actually 1940s vintage) bed, once more peace (and seperate bedrooms) will be with us.
Have offered a few things on Lewes Freegle today in the hope of decluttering, and plan on filling up my fathers car boot with charity shop offerings in the week, to be taken to the Age UK/Cancer Research shops in town. Decluttering is destressing for me, I am determined to sort out my habitual pack-ratted-ness.