Valuation

Today I had to go into Edinburgh since the contents of Mum's flat were being valued. For 80 minutes, I sat on her sofa identifying what of nine months of post - endless catalogues that I can't see being able to stop - could be recycled. Meanwhile, the auctioneer described everything into his Dictaphone, adding a value or stating NCV for "no commercial value". Now this has been done we can sell what we like of the contents.

After that, I went home and relaxed, still tired from yesterday and an endorphin-limited night's sleep. The football results went as I wished, although I was glad United were playing only Forrest as they try to recover from the current spate of injuries.