Our second Boxing Day this year, this one brought on by an unknown official at Heathrow Airport. While some Americans and many Europeans associate Boxing Day with people throwing punches, unless you send them to Wikipedia, to us it is packing up stuff that has outlived its times.
2nd Para, or rather the gracious letter from Second Battalion, Parachute Regiment, joined other illustrious documents in the box in the basement today.
Did we mention that there was a choice of attic or basement for the box?
You will understand the significance of the two locations and the consequences of picking the basement.
The attics of my life have been dedicated to cloudy dreams unreal for some time. It has become obvious over the years and unmistakable in recent months that the container we nicknamed "the box" does not belong there.
The coolest thing about slightly cryptic posts like this one is that they are still possible because the world's master index remains incomplete for now.
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