It took me quite some time to feel strong enough to pick up clearing Paul’s stuff from where I left off earlier in the year. His side of the wardrobe had become something of a dump for unwanted clothes over the years.

Feeling the time was probably right, I gathered some bin bags and began the task. One bag of good clothes found their way to the local charity shop. Two bags were filled with ratty stuff at which even moths would turn up their noses.

Right at the back, though, was a surprise. It wasn’t a secret door that led to a magical snow-covered forest. It was a school blazer.

A little back story may be called for.