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When I was little, my mother had a drawer in her dressing table known to the family as Mum’s Untidy Drawer. I doubt even she knew what was there. It was like the memory game you play with random things on a tray – hairpins, pencils, cotton balls, scissors, a tap washer or two, a light bulb, last week’s shopping list… you get the idea. And if all else failed, that was where you looked.

This blog is like that: a receptacle for the hotch potch of bits and pieces that don’t belong anywhere else, or get stuffed in when there’s a knock on the door. A social history, a political commentary, a mishmash of trivia.

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