Hardening Our Hearts

[poliphilo]

We put some of her racing memorabilia in front of my mother and she was going, "What's this? What's it for?" and we knew there was really no reason to hang onto any of it any longer.

Every so often we have a spurt of ruthlessness. We went through drawers containing my father's stuff (he's been dead for over a decade) and found we'd been treasuring his hearing aids and odd socks. Into the bin with the lot of them!