We dropped in on the Aged Ps when we were down in Devon. They're OK. They're Aged. Mum's had a stair lift installed and the girls had a right fine time travelling up and down on it. Father's thrown out still more stuff, stripping the house down to its bare bones ' so we won't have to' when they're 'gone'. I went upstairs to the junk room to see if the little wooden desk my Uncle David made I used to do my homework on was still there, and it reassuringly was. I had a look in the drawers to see Dad had chucked all my 6th Form satirical-and-music-review notebooks, my pre-blogdays blogs. But a little red lightbulb rattled around on the wood on its own.
I knew it so well - it was the actual one I told you about here.
Something I would've been playing in dark Westcountry night circa 1980; bin headphones on, red lightbulb burning...
Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark - 'Statues' (1980)
[Bulb pictured not actual bulb; 'bulb signifying On Air' - courtesy BBC]