Lazy days

It's August. London is deserted. Roads are empty. Parking meters are going a-begging. Virtually nothing has to be achieved, so it's time to go through wardrobes; throw things out.

Is it ever difficult! Here, I find a fitted black velvet jacket, lined with white fur, which my father had made in China for my mother, perhaps 75 years ago. the skin has become brittle, the velvet is splitting. Nobody wants to wear fur. Will my little grand daughters use for dressing up? Or shall I continue to keep it because it brings back memories?

And there is the size 10 outfit I loved to wear 40 years ago. Two sizes too small and yet and yet.....

Monsieur's never worn suits are revealed to have moth enjoying an undisturbed munch, so that's no problem. Out out out! But what about the never to be worn again dress collars in a gorgeous black and white leather case?

Life complicated!