Stepping on land mines.
You’d have thought it would end after nearly eight years.
But then why should it - look at the blight of real land mines...these are just the tiny emotional ones.
A bit more sorting, well, dusting really. Seemed innocuous enough until I came across this cd holder, empty, waiting for the next trip in the camper when he would excitedly fill it with music to look forward to on the trip.
He was very good, when we got back from a jaunt he would empty it out and then leave it ready and waiting in eager, expectant anticipation of the next little adventure.