Loft fodder.

Consigned to the loft with the toys of the now grown up children, emergency ends of wallpaper, remains of paint in case of accident, and all those things that might come in handy one day.
I can't see me using the ice axe and crampons now, but I can't bear to part with them.
The cardboard boxes stored up there will be handy for the kids when they come to clear the house, but we intend to go on a while yet.
But I digress, this is an abstract blip for Ingeborg's Abstract Thursday challenge.