RecipeMuncher

My parents are moving house. They’re in the process of selling the home I, along with my two siblings, grew up in. It’s a strange feeling. Being a helpful (as well as emotionally attached) soul, I offered to come up and aid them with the inevitable clear-out. ‘I’m not moving junk from one house to another,’ said my Dad. He’s right. There are two decades of accumulated rubbish hiding in the darkest corners of the house. ‘Useful’ items once cherish (...)