So yesterday Pat convened a small gathering of the strong and the brave and we ventured into the darkest recesses of the loft.
At rue Pérès the loft is accessed by two standard doors, one off the landing and one off the front bedroom. This easy access means that it is a simple matter to store all manner of large items and forget about them for nine years or more. Our plan was to get everything out and assess its usefulness, its saleability or any other destiny.
Thus we extracted various treasures.
1) Our posh crocks, a wedding gift from my aunt and uncle, we have some really nice china that we'll use on high days and holy days.
2) Slightly less posh crocks, wedding gifts from other people, we have a Portmeirion tea-set which will give joyful service, too, especially now that we have a really good recipe for scones.
3) Unusual crocks, a handmade pottery coffee set that my mother got from Cornwall on holiday years ago, with an unusual design somewhere between a shell and a flame.
4) My tripod. Catrin needs this. I was glad to find it.
a) the Aiwa hifi system. Originally I thought this could be sold, but is an Aiwa hifi system - the kind with flashing lights - really that saleable after spending nine years in the loft?
b) a good Pioneer amplifier and Wharfdale Lynton II speakers. Again I intended selling these, but really...
A) A large number of wheel trims for 15" wheels. Testimony to our period of adjustment to driving on the right!
B) Sundry piles of papers and school work, including my A level French project on the Islamic veil. This stuff is for dumping.