Housebound on a wet and
windy Sunday, I was reminded of a long-neglected promise to unearth a couple of
my wife’s heirlooms that had been stored away in our “loft” which, in our
cottage with exposed beams, is no more than a cubby hole above the stairwell
that is accessed by sticking my head through a small trapdoor in the wall high
above our bed; so in came the extending ladders and with the help of a walking
stick I was able to hoik out not only the targeted objects but also a
surprising number of bags and boxes containing useless (or at least unused)
items, kept for sentimental or ‘may come in one day’ reasons, that remain all
over the bedroom floor pending fuller investigation in the next few days.
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