heat and dust

...AKA, life in my loft (also, a great book and film by Ruth Prawer Jhabvala. I saw the film at the British Council library in Bandung, Indonesia, so many years ago it was another life). The attic has enough dust and heat to give India a run for its money. Where did it all come from? Where did all those boxes and bags and suitcases come from? They are ours, of course, but why did we keep them if only to let their contents deteriorate, victims of mice and mites and motes of dust, above our heads? I won't do that next time. Really. But I must say it was awfully nice to find those beige sandals.