Kitchen bags. I've remembered, aided by a quick peep behind a door.
Von was closest. This bag holds the heap of 'stuff' that sat on the kitchen worktop at a time long past, when a rapid tidy round was required. Shocking.
I'm not going to tell you how long it's been in there, waiting for me to sort/file/bin/shred. But there might be a Christmas card in there somewhere, and yes, I'm ashamed of myself.
This morning's Accomplishment: getting to Homebase first thing to buy paint. Mercifully, rush hour points in the opposite direction, and was over by the time I returned. Wally doesn't start so early, as, sainted son that he is, his old mum's breakfast has to be got first, but he's here now, applying masking tape and dust sheets to things, and being stalked by Scooter, who can't resist the sound of tape being unrolled. The dog is helping too.
And for all those people who said "This room doesn't need doing again, surely?" - all I can say is: take your pictures down......