All of this? Just the ordinary detritus of a life well-lived, I’d say. Okay, a bit odd, some of it, maybe, but nothing special, really.

Though wait, yes, that one is a bit special – to me, at least. The old title-deed, still here, in the same old frame, up on the wall in the hallway. Beautiful piece of work, though it’s in one of the old cursive scripts that’s really hard to read. She was always really proud of it, said it went ‘all the way back to the beginning of the Commonwealth’, so I’d guess it must be as old as the house itself.

That’s another item I need to bring back with me from this trip – it won’t be safe to leave it here.

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For the rest, I’ll pile all the newspapers into a sack – they’ll go straight out for recycling when I get back home. The books can go to a charity-shop, I guess.

Aunt Kat was adamant about keeping waste to a minimum, so that’ll respect her wishes there.