Things that Cling 2

I see that writing in the last post “clearing a space upstairs” glosses over rather a lot of preparatory work. The space is the Third Man’s room. You don’t here much about the Third Man, because he lives and works away now. He is away, but a lot of his stuff is still here. But his room is the best one for having enough space to decant all the stuff from the other, crowded rooms, in order to spread it out, sort it , get rid of what we don’t want, and do some packing. It really is going to take a year, working on it off and on. So all the Man’s music equipment (he has virtually set up an recording studio in there) has been packed and sorted to give us the space.

It also means sorting out some of his “other stuff”. The collection of odd socks in one of the drawers. The fifty (there are exactly fifty, I counted them), the fifty Pot Noodle cartons, all washed and neatly stacked in a wobbly tower. By the sink is a yellow car licence plate: J457DAB. Is it yours? Please arrange collection, or it’s going to the tip.