Although I often look at the china cabinets with a fiercely critical eye these days, I found myself unable to part with the green Wedgwood majolica fruit set that we inherited from Himself's mother. No, I have never used it, and there really isn't room for it in the dining-room, but I felt a real pang when I started packing it up.

So I parked the box on a shelf in the basement storage area known to us as the Glory Hole. It can stay there for a while, maybe years. At this point, I don't care; we don't NEED to get rid of it, and we don't need the space it takes up for something more important, so it can stay. Maybe one of the younger generation will show an inclination for fine crockery some day. I can wait.