More calls from the past

A morning of rain brought on another spell of clearing, but this time it was the garage and the house. We managed to dispose of two of the cars cluttering the garage and so can now house all our vehicles - a miracle that probably won't last. He Who Can Fix Anything finally got stuck into a proper reorganisation and transformed the space so that the snooker table is now visible and usable. Another miracle - father and son playing pool, with HWCFA demonstrating his misspent youth and son thinking it's time for late night practising. Cleo is fascinated and can't quite see what is happening, but she knows it's something to do with balls.

The TV cabinet was subjected to a thorough inspection. Drawers that haven't been opened for years yielded ancient history - VHS videos of Grand Prix races from Ayrton Senna's days of glory, superbike racing featuring Eddie Lawson and Wayne Rainey (showing my age here), the early days of South Park, and even the odd home movie. We still have the VHS player, and it probably will work if we plug it in, but we will probably just throw it all away one day. Cassette tapes - pirated copies of Dire Straits and the Eagles (we all did it) bring back memories from way back. Who doesn't remember the frustration of the unwinding of the entire tape into the tape deck in the car and miles of tangled brown tape stretched along bushes at the side of the road, thrown out by someone less tolerant of the effort of rewinding it with a ballpoint pen!

 
 
Inside the cupboard is my precious collection of original LPs and 7 singles from the 60s and 70s. Those I will keep forever, probably to play on a new turntable one day - they say the sound is still superior to any CD.
The Holiday Italian tape is a relic from about 10 years ago, prior to a trip to Italy. One of the first sentences we were to learn was: This is my husband. Needless to say, I didn't bother with the rest of the lessons and have now sent it off to a charity shop.