Two pairs of cheap reading glasses – both broken.
Two pairs of hairdresser’s scissors.
A selection of sticking plasters.
A wedding anniversary card from Julia with cute teddy bears on it.
Ninety three pence in 10s, 5s, 2s and 1s.
A pair of binoculars, approximately 25 years old.
A key chain with a key on it. It belongs to a briefcase I don’t remember using for thirty years.
A tub of damp chewing gum pieces.
A spray bottle of windscreen de-icer.
An assortment of painkillers and indigestion pills.
Two Euros and fifty cents.
Lots of scrappy bits of paper. Some with notes and ideas on them. Some with unreadable scrawl on them.
A jeweller’s eyeglass on a neck cord. I wondered what I’d done with that.
An Order of Service for my cousin’s funeral.
I could probably turn this into a poem.
But the answer is…
…do you recall the slight car accident I had last year, the one where they had to take it away and touch up a wheel arch? Well, I had to empty the glove compartment and door pockets of the car. I did so, put it all in a shopping bag, added it to the pile of chaos in the house and forgot about it.
That list is the contents of the shopping bag I just found.
It was, I admit, an unfair question,
Even I didn’t know the answer until I got to the de-icer.
There will be more later, but I’m leading in gently. It has been one of those days and I’m going to sit with Julia, who just arrived home, and have a cup of tea,