Preparation for return trip

We woke up again late today. Showered and hopped on a train from Kings Cross to Cambridge. Our stop was Cheffins Auctioneers to pick up a catalog for the upcoming auction on Wednesday of the estate of Roger (Syd) Barrett and to view the items beforehand.

It felt a bit like walking through someone's house when they're not there. He obviously liked having color around him, as he would purchase items and then hand-paint them a different color. A lamp that was now blue, a chest of drawers he painted purple, another light blue, another yellow, two bicycles one painted light blue, the other red.

There were notebooks, items of his artwork, handmade curtains with a store-bought children's pattern of zoo animals, and quite a few art supplies.

I'm not sure what it reveals about the man, but he certainly was one of a kind.

Harold struck up a conversation with one of the auction house ladies who's married to a man from the same town as where Harold's parents live. Shall we break into a spontaneous round of "It's A Small World Afterall?!"

No, I didn't think so.

On a more interesting note, I received an email today from "the other family" that one of the girls wants the option to stay with this Christmas. They "would be delighted" to host the girl. So that solves that. As for the future of the second girl, we've decided to talk to an expert to figure out what might be possible for her. I can't go beyond that, but that's where we are.

Harold and I continue to talk about what we've just been through, but have come to no conclusions yet.

Whew! What a trip.