Artefacts

Joe has commandeered the old swimming rucksack. The one I bought in New York in 1999 and which owes us nothing. It was used every week to carry everything a family of five needs to get to and from the swimming pool. In clearing out the many zipped up pockets he found a few items from the past. My natural inclination is to “file” them but they should probably be chucked. Although I’ll need to check out what’s on that tiny iPod.