As regular readers will know, I recently lost my Grandad. This weekend saw us start the process of clearing his house. I have to say that I thought it would be a really sad experience, but apart from a wobble when I was briefly alone in the house, and spotted his never again to be worn shoes waiting next to the front door, it was actually a happy experience. Now before you think me a heartless person, I shall explain. Memories, good memories, were in every cupboard and drawer. From the bits and pieces I played with as a kid, to photo albums, crockery and ornaments, each item brought back times long forgotten.