cupboard

My first tooth
Recorder and a flute
Brown pipe cleaners
Billions of colouring pencils
Old broken camera
Box of ribbons
Two records (one signed Lindisfarne, no record inside)
Eight old pairs of glasses
CD walkman
Greek play scripts
Hama beads
Literally hundreds of birthay and Christmas cards
All my commendations from school
Original copy of the Siliad
Thousands of ex-Beale books
Every single tiny piece of paraphernalia saved from Durham for my scrapbook, in no order
Confetti
A nodding Woodstock
Massive wicker hamper filled with school books, plus 2 shelves of folders
Several copies of Omnibus, the Philosophy magazines given to me by Mrs Robson for my A-levels, as well as loads of abortion literature used for GCSE RE (random)
Tiny scraps of paper with various notes on from over the years
Old wallpaper
Dozens of unopened Natwest statements
Unidentifiable wires, chargers, and instruction manuals
A duplo sheep
A rolled up presentation poster on the subject of Sherlock Holmes V. normal policemen
Teddies
Empty photo frames
LOADS of photos
Full length paper reproduction of the Bayeux tapestry


This is only the BEGINNING. I am waging war, whilst regretting ever opening the doors to the cupboard of doom.