Just been having a couple of hours up in the attic ..... trying to sort through the stuff that I brought here from dad's house when I cleared it because I didn't know what to do with it. I still don't know what to do with it ....... but I can't get into the attic properly until I shift some of it. Why is it so dammed painful (OK ........ never mind that .......... I know why it's so painful).
It's stuff like his old chemistry books (he was a chemist) going back to 1930s. No one will want them, to be honest, I don't want them. But when they're stacked there with his name and address written in the front, I can't chuck them.
And hundreds of slide photographs he took on holidays before I was born. The places mean nothing to me but to throw his precious slide collection in the bin ??
And then there's loads of beautifully embroidered cloths that my mother (or maybe even her mother) must have done. I don't want them.
And his hairbrush and smart ties ...........
And his pictures off the wall ......
It's going to be a long job .......... I'm finding it agonising and keep having to stop to cry. But I need to reclaim my attic .............
It's stuff like his old chemistry books (he was a chemist) going back to 1930s. No one will want them, to be honest, I don't want them. But when they're stacked there with his name and address written in the front, I can't chuck them.
And hundreds of slide photographs he took on holidays before I was born. The places mean nothing to me but to throw his precious slide collection in the bin ??
And then there's loads of beautifully embroidered cloths that my mother (or maybe even her mother) must have done. I don't want them.
And his hairbrush and smart ties ...........
And his pictures off the wall ......
It's going to be a long job .......... I'm finding it agonising and keep having to stop to cry. But I need to reclaim my attic .............