what's in your loft?

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I was snabbed by a man the other day. There I was, merrily putting some rubbish in the blue wheelie bin, and some chap {who, incidentally, had the name of a famous boxer} told me that I needed some insulation. He tried to sell it to me. A few weeks ago a thermal heat seeking plane flew overhead and your house is a hot spot, he said. I could have told him that. We've been meaning to get it done for yonks, but we have painted masonry on the front of our house; some of our neighbours with identical houses have had it done and a few of them were left with small circular 'scars' where the drills made holes through which to insert the cavity wall insulation. It's sort of put me off. However, he snabbed me at just the right time. I had nowhere to run to and nowhere to hide. He drilled into the side of our house and inserted a camera to show me that nothing was in there. Oooh, I whispered. So, I finally relented and agreed that the government could pay for our house to be properly insulated. You must go into the loft and remove the insulation already there, said the man with the famous boxer name. Thus, today we did just that. Well, Husband went up there. I just stood at the bottom of the ladder and had stuff chucked down on top of me. Tomorrow, on the way to MiL's house, we'll be stopping at the tip. Not only do we have some bags of insulation to get rid of, but we've finally got the ancient computer down. I don't think it belonged to the previous occupants. I expect it belonged to the previous-before-them ones, as did the little stereo. It probably belongs in a museum rather than at the tip, but ho-hum. There were also boxes of letters up there. I keep all my letters. I intend to go through them all at some point, then we shall pop them into plastic boxes and put them back into the loft once the new insulation is down. There they can stay for another eleven years. I did read a couple but I shall tell you about them another day ... letters from ex-boyfriends deserve their own post.