Stuff your mum threw out.
Over the years, from being a nipper and into adulthood, my mums attic (loft) became a sacred repository for loads of things of mine that i didn't want to lose. A recent telephone conversation with my mum didn't go too well. She informed me that a skip had been hired, along with a couple of chaps, to clear out the loft, and that all my JUNK had been chucked out.
The junk included:-
A pile of letters from my first 'real' girlfriend, dating from early 1970's.
My handpainted lead soldier collection (Napoleonic era).
An extensive fossil collection.
A signed copy of poetry by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
All my biking gear (leathers,boots,gloves and helmet).
Unreturned library books i borrowed in 1970.
All my university work.
Engraving tools (for cleaning fossils).
Diary i kept for 7 years whilst at boarding school, a great literary masterpiece of day to day life 1970-1977.
Box of black and white photos (see above).
Football sticker albums from about 1968-1973.
Collection of porn mags my dad gave me.
My first suit (A very tasty purple pinstripe with lapels wide enough to kit out a medium sized sailboat).
Assorted box of singles with no middles, 1966-1970.
God knows what else.
I would like to hear from anyone else who has suffered such tragic loss at the hand of another, so as to ease my suffering in this hour of need.