Bills, probably. I once discovered an out-of-date bill for clearing snow from the roof of the condominium. We had to pay a fine and it was my fault.Also all that hard-to-file stuff. A great offer for candied rosehips from Guatemala that might be fun. Only there's no Guatemala binder. Nor one for candied anything.
And there'll be some computer installation discs there, for sure. And maybe a piece of plastic that looks like it has a computer application. To connect the whizoo with the whazoo.
But mainly just surplus information.
As you see, I've cleverly fenced it off. I think it's wise. Who knows? It could spread, seep, seduce. I've got the Maginot Line of tin cups with pens in them. There's a Balinese monkey god on duty -- inherited from my parents. There's a semi-concealed photograph of Dad rowing in the Xavier College eight for the inter-school championships of 1928 or 29 on Melbourne's muddy Yarra River. There's the framed photo of yrs truly on leaving magazine editorship in 1999. And there's the dangling charm of Lukas's booties from when he was just over one year old.
The pile can't escape, can it?
