Paws

The work of dismantling and dispatching carries on apace. Some stuff has gone and 10 boxes of books await collection by Oxfam. But that's a drop in the ocean.

Occasionally we pause for a drink, snack or a stroll, which is where we encountered this magnificent silver tabby on a gatepost in the nearly Vale of Health on Hampstead Heath.
Last night we stuffed our faces with fish & chips and put the left-overs out for the foxes that roam the streets.

It has been marvellous to have had my sons' help but they will be leaving soon. I'll be carrying  on and should have some more help next week.
It certainly isn't easy throwing out old letters and photographs,  notes and jottings and newspaper cuttings, each one crying out to be perused one last time, but these are ephemeral things that can't be expected to survive the dissolution of the mind that united them. The past has passed and time marches on. Like the early morning cat we have to greet the new day and face towards the future.
 It's also important to bear in mind that in many parts of the world right now circumstances beyond their control mean that people are forced to lose or leave everything they own, or else they  don't have the money or space or time or security for possessions at all.  We should be so lucky if we do.