A trip to the loft

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.

69 thoughts on “A trip to the loft

  1. I have a cupboard which I use to park stuff for later. This Sunday, I thought of straightening it. With a 4 X 4 X 2 feet size, you would think it must have been an easy job. I had never expected it to have enough stuff to keep me working for 1 and half hours until I could dig out what I needed. Now imagine doing that to a loft!

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  2. We can barely crawl through our attic, and I’m always afraid I might fall through into the room(s) underneath as there’s no florring. One has to crawl over the rafters.

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          1. We have a water tankt for hot water in the attic above the bedrooms, and the furnaces for the central heating in the attics [one over the living-room part, one over the bedroom part], too. With all the wires and pipes I leave getting to them to the service people, especially as the crawl spave up there is very narrow.

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  3. Attic adventures are, well, adventures. Our attic is low and small, and we have to be careful to step on the rafters so we don’t go through the ceiling below. Still, those occasional trips bring back memories, and of course no clue to where the item is located. Photos are priceless, and no doubt yours are in one of the unlabeled boxes. You will find them. Best to you, Pete.

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  4. Our attic is full of who knows what. We always say we will go up there but it is way too cold in the winter and way too hot in the summer. Somehow we never think about it is temperate weather.

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  5. I’m pretty ruthless when it comes to chucking stuff out. The OH not so much, but he did do a big clearout when he finally retired at the end of the year. Programming books of languages he will never use again (and hasn’t used the entire 17 years we have been together!) I can’t bear to hang on to things that are never used – get yourself back up there and do the tree pile thing. To keep, to bin, to donate. I mean who needs two vacuum cleaners that they will never use again?

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  6. My mother-in-law moved into a memory care facility, and we recently held an estate sale as we are going to rent her home out to help pay for her care. Something was disconcerting to me about dickering over a dollar or two on the price of some item. After the sale, we gave away what we could to charity, but we had to toss the rest into a dumpster. What a pity to think that our lives come down to a few dollars and a pile of junk!

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    1. When my Mum died, I gave away almost everything she owned to be sold by a charity that cares for abandoned dogs. But so much of her stuff, especially clothes, was unwanted. So I filled 36 black bin-bags, all to be thrown away. I brought one box of personal items here to keep, but that has never been looked at, and is stored in the garage.
      Sadly, I think all our lives eventually come down to a few bags of stuff, and boxes of rubbish.
      Not the best legacy, I agree.
      Best wishes, Pete.


    1. The Lego set will be sent over to our grandson. My Lego days are behind me now, Starr. πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚
      (Along with watching ‘Frozen’ ever again!)
      Best wishes, Pete.


  7. I have a climb into attic. Years ago I had plywood floors added to one side. I put up stand alone shelves and quickly filled them with tubs and buckets of “stuff”. Last year I cleaned and purges the majority of it. It still holds some items like folding chairs and air mattresses as well as Hanukkah items, but the majority is all gone. It was a difficult chore but I am so glad it is done. Good luck finding your photos.

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  8. Ha! Welcome to the club, Pete. For me it’s books and clothes. I’ve have so many of both and I don’t get rid of any of them until I absolutely have to. No matter that I haven’t worn that dress in five years…No matter that I never even got around to reading that paperback. They are part of my dusty collection and I’m not nearly as tidy about it as you are.

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  9. We have 40 years of ‘stuff’ up in our loft that we’ll probably never use again. Every now and then we take some to boot fairs, but usually have to bring most of it back. It’ll be a nightmare for our sons to clear out after we’ve popped our clogs…

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    1. I have no sons to clear my loft, Stevie, and boot sales are too early-morning for me.
      I will have to bite the bullet one day, and hire a skip. Before I am too old to get up and down the ladder. πŸ™‚
      Best wishes, Pete.

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  10. We still have boxes unpacked from our β€˜retirement move’. My children want us to downsize all the boxes so they are not left to worry over them when we meet our demise. It is always interesting to me what things no longer hold my interest in this new slower paced life. I am an amateur genealogist, so photos would be one of the most important to me. Hope you find that suitcase.

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    1. That case is just ‘hiding’ somwhere, I’m sure, Maggie. πŸ™‚
      If I don’t sort out my boxes of stuff soon, I have no doubt it will just all be dumped into a skip when I die.
      Best wishes, Pete.

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    1. It might sound organised, but it certainly doesn’t feel like that, Laura.
      The case of photos must be around somewhere, I definitely haven’t thrown it out.
      I will just have to wait until it wants to be found. πŸ™‚
      Best wishes, Pete.

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  11. I’m a hard woman and since moving and having to put our stuff in storage I’ve decided never to keep anything that I can’t find a definite use for, either now or in the near future. Anything else gets donated or freecycled

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