The pain of moving house is becoming a dull roar in the background of my memory.
The horror of having to sort out the accumulated years of hoarding is fading.
The resolution to throw every thing away from now on in is being slowly forgotten.
What to do with the edge of this beautiful lace.
Oh! oh! oh! bin? scrap box? box of interesting bits for students? or straight on to the treasure shelf?
I think I may have to sleep on it.
Love Nora xxx