On a recent trip to an ancient relative’s house, there was an urgent need to clear the place and make good for renting as the relative had recently been installed in a nearby care home – with horrifying fees to be paid each month.  The idea was to simply strip each room one at a time and anyone who wanted anything there was to take it home and the rest was to be sorted into keep / donate / trash.    As with much of the house, the pile of trash began to get frightengly huge.


Once the dross was sorted, we then had the shed to see to.  But that was so much more fun – a whole life time of gardening experience was there – we so enjoyed that part of the job and we learned more in that weekend than any other time in adult hood.  Such memories and joyous laughter rang out !