I’m watching a beautiful sunset from my house after a very busy day cleaning the house. ( I’m still struggling to find alternative digs) This place looks like a shrine to my late mother, as if we are expecting her return from shopping or whatever. I had to do a much needed spring clean and threw a lot of things out.

There was no need for her jacket to be still hanging on the coat rack.

There was no need for her slippers to be in the hall, waiting for a pair of 65 year old tired feet to fit into them.

There was no need for her knitting needles and wool to be lying on the sideboard, waiting for her to knit 100, purl 300.

Keeping a house just the way the deceased owner left it is not good. I don’t think we deliberately kept it the way mum liked the place. We have been lazy.