Keir Starmer is treating the House of Lords with contempt

We have different approaches to tidying up, my wife and I. It bothers her very much that the house we share with three chaotic children is so untidy. Over the years unsightly, useless, out-of-date items accumulate in every room: incomplete jigsaws, dried-out paints, barely-played boardgames, broken furniture, too-small and obscurely stained clothes, collections of shells and pebbles, or that vibration-sensitive fluffy penguin which flaps its stubby wings and blares out a tinny version of ‘Rock Around the Clock’ when a spider stamps its foot anywhere within a kilometre of it.  

My fantasy, when the clutter gets intolerable, is to have a clear-out in which everything that doesn’t spark joy goes into black bin bags and thence to the dump. She cannot quite bear to do that. She feels sentimental about that pirate outfit. She knows (for she is wise) that the children will never again play with Buzz Lightyear, but that there will be hell to pay if they spot his Astro-Boots peeking out of a skip.