The Sorting.

Not, technically, the best of images I'm afraid (see profile) but it's the only one I took and it does come with a story.

Here we have The Old Lady, aided by Sis, sorting a box of books into two piles; one pile to take with her on the big move, the other to be disposed of in an appropriate fashion. Eventually, when we were ready deliver the next load (including TOL herself) to the new abode, each pile was precisely zero books high. The irony is that she has not opened a real book for several years; her reading matter comes from Calibre, an excellent audio library funded by charity (end of plug).

Having arrived at the home, had a first class lunch at their bistro (residents, quite rightly, eat free) and unpacked, we noticed that her handbag was rather bulky and heavy. We duly confiscated £70 in notes (there is nowhere to spend money, just about everything is covered by the fees, and as yet she has no where to keep cash), a large desk tidy, a paying in book for a bank account that was closed five years ago, a dozen cards over five years out of date (mostly loyalty cards but included a library ticket, a bus pass and a sports centre pass valid anywhere in Bristle) and, the piece de resistance,

A TYRE PRESSURE GAUGE.