We finished emptying Mum’s house this week,it goes without saying that it was emotional work, but there was laughter as well as tears. Here is a photo I found, that Mum had taken in July 1997, the garden in full bloom.
It all looks a lot sunnier than it did on Tuesday.
There many discoveries, of lost childhood memorabilia, forgotten heirlooms (notably, a spectacularly hideous antique plate that had been waiting for its moment to shine, for over five decades, hidden away in the back of a cupboard, as I lifted it out, the bag it was in disintegrated, the plate fell to the floor, smashed beyond repair. My brother who’d recently seen a similar plate on a TV antiques programme, refuses to tell me just how much it was worth).
In the cupboard under the stairs, I found six crates of my Dad’s home brew, dating back as far as 1989.
Some of it looked very dodgy, and alarmingly it was in screw top bottles.
After a dynamic risk assessment, I decided a little eye protection wouldn’t go amiss before moving it.