I think I mentioned a couple of weeks ago that we had collected some boxes of 'memories' from Robbie's dad. I have spent the last few days sorting the items out and packing them away safely so that they don't get damaged or broken. I went out and bought some special boxes for Robbie's things because I knew they were important to him and I didn't want them to be put up in the loft where he couldn't get at them. I bought two very large storage boxes that were made to look like huge hat boxes, one was just the right size for his mum's tea set (well wrapped in plenty of bubble wrap) and various ornaments and her collection of Wedgwood fitted into the other one. There were also lots of photos and cards so I got a nice strong wooden box that is made to look like a briefcase to put them in.
I have said for a long time that Robbie thinks he is Superman, he works too hard, does too much and doesn't take good enough care of his health. Thankfully he hasn't yet started to wear his underpants outside his clothing, but I found an old photo among the stuff his dad sent that shows that his superhero aspirations started a long time ago. The photo is not good quality, but you get the idea.
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