Of hoarders and their clutter
My in-laws moved home after 50 years. An amazing assortment of stuff tumbled out of their cupboards. Shawls neatly packed away to be brought out for future 'special occasions' which lay forgotten for decades. A brand new 'hot plate', an old-fashioned device that predates the ubiquitous microwave to keep food hot on dining tables. Delicate fine china, faded in its packaging while they ate every meal on Melaware. During the shift, I sensed a hesitation to open entire cupboards for fear of facing the mangled remains of what lurked behind. Nevertheless, they determinedly carted their redundant belongings to their new home.