Treasures

As you know I've been sorting stuff and enjoying it.  Today I went into the eaves and found a box of 'treasure' from before we moved here 23 years ago.  It included a lot of tat that no longer means anything to me and I don't know why I kept including some 'hen night' willies - it's all gone in the bin.

Not so this little gem of a note from Sam which is actually rather sad.  

I couldn't remember what it was referring to at all - but James (his eldest brother) could, he'd broken the Scalextric.  

None of us remember why he felt he had to go to Uganda as a punishment.