Today, a friend asked for the loan of our inflatable double bed for the weekend. This meant having to get the ladder from outside, and taking a trip into the loft.
Don’t get me wrong, that’s not such a big deal. The loft is partly boarded, well lit, and quite clean. As this house is a bungalow, the loft runs the entire length of the building, so has lots of useful space. It is not possible to stand up properly there, but I am not that tall. I actually knew where the air-bed was, so that was a bonus. Then I decided that while I was up there, I might as well get down the small suitcase of old family photos. I knew where that was too.
But it wasn’t where I had expected it to be.
In fact, to my great disappointment, I couldn’t find it anywhere.
Instead, I rummaged around through lots of stuff put away up there, ‘just in case’. My fortunate role as an Amazon product tester has provided me with lots of ‘spare’ items. I found two steam-generator irons, new in their boxes, as well as a normal small steam iron. Two vacuum cleaners, stashed away once we bought a rechargeable G-Tech.
Then there are all the toys. Some stored once our grandson became too old to play with them, and others obtained in advance for when he is older.
Further back in the harder to reach sections, there are suitcases wrapped in plastic so they don’t get dusty, and some random boxes of stuff brought from London that have sat in their spot since 2012, without being disturbed. The carpet shampooer, stored out of the way until it is next required, a new steam cleaner still in its box, and assorted brand new tools, including an electric drill set in a smart carrying case.
Then there are the bags of clothes. Too good to throw away, but never got down to actually wear. Julie’s wedding dress, wrapped up carefully in a box, unlikely to ever again see the light of day. Spare pillows, bought when on sale, and stored for the time when the current ones are past their best. Duvets of different weights, wrapped up in black plastic bags with no way of knowing which is which. They will probably live out their days in that corner too.
Then there were a few unexpected ‘discoveries’. A small Lego set obtained via Amazon testing, that I had forgotten to pass on. Electric air-fresheners tucked away, ‘for later use’. Then a laptop support tray, sent for testing. That turned out to be a wall-mounted laptop bracket.
(Who would mount a laptop on a wall?)
It would have to be called a ‘walltop’ then, surely? That is destined for the bin.
As I clambered around trying to make sure I didn’t put my foot through the ceiling, I banged my knee on the electric oil-filled radiator, a regular standby if the central heating fails. Folding cots and accessories from the ‘baby days’ of our grandson fill one section, alongside a ride-on ‘rocking caterpillar’ that never really captured his imagination.
Then a second double air-bed, still in its box. Yet another Amazon testing product that will one day mean we could sleep four people on two air beds. Though I have no idea where there would be enough space to site both of them. The Christmas tree and decorations, carefully packed away until next December
Last but not least, more cardboard boxes of ‘stuff’, resting there since March 2012. Never opened nor examined, their contents a mystery, despite some not very useful writing on the sides that I did at the time.
But still no trace of the case of old photos.
The loft is a place of mystery, wonder, and frustration to me. Every time I venture up there, I find things I had forgotten about, and others that I avoid looking at. But one thing can be guaranteed.
I almost never find what I am actually looking for.