Yesterday’s news.
Does the sorting never end?
I don’t quite know how I started on this ... one thing led to another. A bit like thought processes. Started down one track, stalled, opened a cupboard, so much chaos in there, abandoned that, went under the stairs, oh dear, went out to the shed and started in there. Why he kept these I have no idea but there was a box full. All that news, on proper broadsheets, yellowing history. It was all so fresh at the time.
I miss his mind ... all that he would have to say about everything.