Back in the Smoke, and recovering from the full-on flat clearing. I’ll go back in a week to resume it, though heaven only knows if I’ll finish.
I brought back far more stuff than I’d expected. As I type, I am wearing an old cardigan of Aunt’s. It has a couple of moth holes, but is warm and sloppy, and a pretty shade of blue. Not everything is out of the car yet. My own maximalist flat seemed remarkably uncluttered after my few days at Aunt’s and the last thing I want to do here is replicate the scene I left behind. Her yoghurt maker, tempting but I don’t have the space, nor do I eat enough yoghurt, has gone to my chef neighbour. Other of her kitchen gadgets may well follow, though I am tempted by her microwave, only a couple of months old.
I have never had a microwave, never missed having one, but this seems an opportunity to find out if I would use one, or if it would be just another bit of clutter. I think I’ll go for it, and the pretty vase that I have been hanging onto can go to a new home and that corner can house the new acquisition.
I’ve brought home plates that belonged to Mother, some fleeces, the Nutri-Bullet I bought Aunt last year, various other presents I have given her over time. I seem to have been very keen to introduce gadgets into her life.
But my cupboards can’t accommodate these things and the things I have already. I took a bag to the cahrity shop yesterday, but I want to know if my own income can be augmented by selling any of my unwanted possessions. So today put up my first items for sale on eBay. Two matching Royal Worcester egg coddlers. There are only so many eggs one can coddle at a time, and these have been in a box wrapped in newspaper since the Great Kitchen Clear Out of last autumn. We’ll see if there is any interest. They are pretty, with a bird motif, but unless egg coddling suddenly comes back into fashion, I imagine there is a limited market.
The written tributes I have requested for inclusion in the funeral order of service continue to trickle in. I asked for brevity, and now realised I should have specified word count. Editing will be required.
Last night I was at a party where the live music was provided by The Bikini Beach Band who rocked our socks. I had never heard of them, but apparently they are well known on the pub and party circuit. If you get a chance to see them, take it. The video doesn’t do them justice. They were fab, and the party was the best I have been at in ages.
All a bit of a contrast to the views from outside Aunt’s home.