The end of the spectrum

Being involved in helping clear out nooks and crannies of the the loft in the family home has its advantages. I was finally able to claim all my old Barbie, Daisy and Pippa dolls from the dim and distant past, though the anticipation of seeing them after so long was more exciting than the reality.

Many books were uncovered; I have a suspicion that my dad nicked more books from Kirkcaldy library than any other small boy, but I'm not returning them for fear of having to pay fines stretching back to 1942.

We also came across the Sinclair Spectrum, lovingly packaged in its original box. How things have moved on in the last thirty years.