Well, I’ve spent most of this week in the garage, delving into boxes. Boxes which I brought with me when I moved back to the UK five years ago, and which I have been rigorously avoiding opening ever since. I do rather wish I’d left them closed. Among the sad discoveries were all the cards from the last Christmas I spent with Mr X, as well as all the children’s drawings and paintings to Mummy and Daddy, and a thousand more…
