Possessions

I have just come back from a summer at home with more additions to my sentimentality collection.

Among them:

Granny's painting suitcase. It has her initials on in black vivid, which, but for the middle one, are mine too.

The 20-year old Roland keyboard, hours of childhood musical experimentation. I still subconsciously think of stringed instruments as being in the sixties (i.e., that was their code on the keyboard)

Other comforting possessions are the tambourine my aunt painted, the screeds of postcards from various friends that are collaged on my wall, jewellery made by friends, and an old learn-the-blues book of Dad's.

I still can't play the blues.