Today my brother, uncle and I spent the day at Mum’s property going through and boxing up the final sentimental items and discarding the remaining items for charity or the skip. It’s such a sad thing disposing of possessions that obviously meant something to Mum but holds no memories or re-use for us. We eventually closed and locked the doors on the empty house at dusk with a sprinkling of snow falling on Mum’s much loved garden.
However now my little cottage is squeaking as the seams whilst I go through paperwork and photos and those possessions that I’m not quite ready to discard or just don’t know where to let them go to.
I’m exhausted, I’m not sure we sat down all day – hot bubble bath for me!