Small Objects of Disregard...

I may have waxed about this before but I have a habit of carrying wee things in my pockets for weeks, months or in the case of this little curiosity, years. It may look like the philosopher's ear wax but it is in fact, a memory.

It's a wee chunk of pink wax and has been in a wee inner pouch pocket in my winter jacket for four and a half years. Every time I put my jacket on I finger it and I remember exactly where I picked it up. I found it in the snow at Corcheval in France where we were on a snow holiday with Karen and Lorne. Mrs TFP was pregnant with Bethany and we were meeting her off the lift after we had boarded down to meet her after lunch at one of the restaurants up the mountain.