It has been a long day. Approximately three kilos of birthday cards for the kids have been despatched to the recycle bin. I have kept the strangest things over the years. For example, crumpled calendar pages from 1992, detailing my baby son's milestones. Why? A powder compact given to me by my mum when I was in my late teens, in a bid no doubt to inspire me to wear makeup. It didn't work. Also the two remaining of two little china dachshunds, one missing a tail. They had a puppy but he is long gone. Maybe they'll find another home, rather than the landfill. Also, some tiny Thomas the Tank gloves and a long perished pair of tiny swimmers. Did I imagine there would be grandchildren?
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