Clear out

H got really emotional today.  She was clearing out the under stairs cupboard, as part of the (very protracted) process of putting a downstairs toilet in there.

She found, shoved to the back of the cupboard, forgotten about, and smelling of me (I'm sure that's a nice way of putting it) my football kit, unused since March.  Seeing it there, unused, and obsolete now, got to her.    I was never very good at cleaning the bag out.  My football kit would sometimes stay in there from one week to the next, abandoned the minute I got home.  I loved pulling on my astroturf shoes, driving to the pitches, warming up, the whole thing.

It really gets to me too, if I'm honest.  In the shed is a climbing rope, a backpack full of sport climbing kit - quickdraw clips, chalk, carabiners. In the loft is snowboarding equipment - my beloved board, boots and, most treasured of all, my Flow bindings.  Sad as it may be, like many blokes, I love buying new "kit" for hobbies.  It's part of the fun.

All of this is obsolete now.  Maybe we should get round to putting the good bits on Ebay.  Not the Flows though.  I don't think I could bear it.