Peter and I went up to my Hampshire Street flat and I went through the equivalent of four boxes of old files. We threw away three and distilled the keepable down to one.
If I let nostalgia rule this process I'd probably keep almost everything. But I am in a pragmatic mood.
Poring through those boxes, I encountered old clips of my stories, cards and drawings from the kids, school records, letters and tons of photos. Most I am now discarding.
It feels refreshing to do this.
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