New tyres

I blipped last Friday that the Mokka needed new tyres.  Today we dropped her off to get them fitted while we (daughter and son-in-law and me) carried on with clearing out Mark’s flat.  Mrs W was Biskit sitting.
 
Mark was a bit of a recluse, and a king-sized hoarder.  We have a king sized job on our hands.
 
Had a call from the Coroner’s office this afternoon.  There will be a postmortem as we expected.