Another bin-liner bag of clothing has gone out the door to Goodwill.

The box room is looking airier — the shelves above the hanging rods are no longer packed tight with boxes and baskets. Some remain, of course, but I don’t need a shoe horn to move them around. The hanging rods, once nearly full of off-season and special-occasion clothes, are half-empty now.

Edmund’s mess dress uniform (very fancy) and barrister’s court suit and gown are still in there, however, and I have no idea what to do with them. Not urgent — I’ll dealwith that issue when I have to and not before.