4th January 2018
There’s an awful lot of boxes in my loft: boxes of records, photographs, our antique dinner service, university files. As I packed our Christmas decorations away for another year, I realised just how many boxes remain to be sorted and shared out between us.
It’s not a daunting prospect but it shows how entwined our lives were and whilst the paperwork is nearly completed, there is still a long way to go to separate it all out.
I’m not really sure how to “do” the boxes. Maybe I’ll spend next Saturday sorting out what obviously belongs to James – at least that will mean some of it is out of the way. Then I can have a conversation with him on Sunday when he brings the children home about some of the other items. His grandparents’ antique vase is up there – I know James has never liked it, hence it’s not on display – but I’m quite partial to it. But how on earth do we share out the photographs and some of the wedding gifts?