The Junk Expands to Fit the Space Available
Please indulge me. I wrote this piece on the fortieth anniversary of my mum’s death, and yes, I still miss her. It’s coincided with me trying to cull the “sentimental crap” that Mrs. H. and I have held onto over the years, and the coincidence screamed out for a column on the topic. It’s the cull that’s the focus of… Read more »