Essential items
Shortly after my grandmother (on my dad's side) died, my dad hired a van to take some of her huge book collection down to London for storage, as London is where both his sisters live. I was about twelve at the time, and went along for the ride. After we had stored the books, we went back to aunt H's house (actually, they're both called H, but that's not important). H is an inveterate hoarder, and my dad is inherently not. He cannot stand to see anything that is obviously junk. As we were walking through one room (without H) he swept two used stamps and a paperclip off a shelf and into the bin beneath them.

When we went back through that room about an hour later, H had taken them out of the bin, carefully replaced them on the shelf, and removed the bin.
( MatJ LOOK, Thu 3 May 2012, 19:16, Reply)