ABSTRACT
When we moved to this house 10 years ago, the children were aged seven and five. Now we are moving out, and a whole crowded history must be sorted and sifted. In the attic is a box of papers bringing the temptation to prolonged, brooding educational meditation. Even 10 years on, even in a mood of unsentimental packing panic, the stuff they brought home from primary school has the power to jump up and stun you senseless.
