Searching through a long abandoned cupboard shelf the other day, I discovered a plethora of forgotten things. A Union Jack paper lantern that we had bought to take on a picnic (it was an optimistic purchase even when we first saw it), a New Zealand passport holder still in the embossed box and a box full of art supplies that I had enthusiastically purchased intending to brighten the world one randomly sent homemade card at a time (properly nice, non-froufrou ones FYI).
And it got me thinking about home.
