Boot Clutter

Last week my blog was about how clutter seems to hover around me.    I accumulate it daily without effort, it’s an unwanted skill I have acquired over the years.    I am not a hoarder, that would be a compulsive condition I might be able to get medical help for —— Obsessive Accumulating Disorder (OAD), more commonly  known as “Pig Pen’s disease” . Nor am I a collector, there might be some merit in that, who knows I could be on Antiques Roadshow in the years ahead.     But, my stuffs not valuable it is just stuff.

So now we come to my rugby boots.

boots

Not too many Rugby players, at 69 years old, still have their boots clean – well, almost clean – and ready to go, but I do.    Just in case, after my glittering career in Syston Thirds, I get a last minute call from Wales to play in the Autumn Internationals, or maybe I could just sit on the bench at the Millennium Stadium.   I am sure I saw a scout on the touchline  30 years ago at Syston and surely he must have seen me?

Therein lies my whole cluttering problem.   Letting go of my memories and wistful unfulfilled dreams is difficult.    I have kept those boots for years, first in my wardrobe and then for the last 20 years in my shed.   Ready to go on a Saturday as soon as the phone rings, or perhaps these days it will be a text message — oops— maybe that’s why I missed it?

boot-cartoon

Instead of cluttering up my shed, if only I had been more realistic all along I should have thrown those boots away years ago.

It’s obvious I would have to buy new brightly coloured boots if  the call to represent my country finally comes.

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4 Responses to Boot Clutter

  1. davidwfreeman237 says:

    This leads me to my younger days at sea. We had to carry all our belongs with us for the 6/8 month trip on the tanker, Besides ones dress(UNiform-boiler suits, and jim-jams that mummy packed)One had to carry soap powder toiletries, shoes for that dressed occasion (Uniform Trips ashore, a spare pair of Engine room shoes) an iron Travelling, a radio.
    All this was carried in two bits of luggage viz: a tin cabin Trunk, and a radio set hand made canvas carry all made by uses faithfully.
    The tin trunk was in my garage many a year and housed my spanners, mallets, hammers and other hand tools including an electric drill and drill bits including a brace and bit..
    This trunk and enclosed tools remained with me until i we that is Molly and had to downsize in 2007 before moving into our Extracare Retirement Village here in MIlton Keynes.
    Now if I wish to do a small DIY job, I have to dream or call in an expert these days??? Gone is that dexterity of homely skills, just a cluttering of the mind.

  2. Jon Cleaver says:

    I am told by my Better Half that, “We’re different.” …Well yes! “No I mean we think differently!!!” I’m lost. “men she continues “are just boys who love their toys and can’t bare to be parted from them.” I cleaned out the garage I said proudly. “In the end you did,” she said, “but what about the loft. !!! Oh dear, you wan’t me to rid the loft of my Rupert Bear annual, Boys Own, 19 blip blip. A box of West Bromwich Albion programs and newspapers reporting the 2-1 win in the cup final of 1954 versus Preston North End, goals from Ronnie Alan and Ray Kennedy. A box of 50 year old conkers, a clock work Chad Valley train engine minus the wheels. My first ever football boots a deflated leather football and a moth eaten yellow and black striped football shirt that belonged to my Dad. My mothers embroidery ring. Add to this, a collection of other must keep items from the last 50 years, there surely must be something, possibly worth a Kings Ransom on Flog It! I will have to think seriously about this move. “That’s the problem” she said, “you only ever think.”

  3. old age is interesting, and the toys that one throws out of ones pram:did one learn anything? As a youngster my father after the war was posted in Hamburg with the CCG, i was 5 -7 years old with my younger sisters, Gloria and Pussy (Born in Hamburg Military Hospital 49), dad bought an electric train set ‘Marklin’. this was put on a board and laid on the the table, and we would play stopping and starting, reversing the trains, Pussy would watch the trains go round and round, and fall sleep. then in 1949 autumn we came back to the UK and wound up in Leeds. The train set became a lost cause. Later when I was 10/11 Dad replaced the electric train set with a Hornby ‘oo’ 3 rail train goods set. Here I was intrigued and appreciated what I had, with my pocket money until i was 16 I added points, lines, xovers, and carriages and signals.I was enthralled and enjoyed layout the cricuits on the ‘board’, laying out, the circles, ovals of track and sidings xovers and points interlocking the signals, and working out the codes for the distant and home signals. laying out the wires and charting the electric circuits was fun.
    Why all this, later in life I became a marine engineer apprentice, and while i learnt the mechanical bits of a ships kit, such as turbines (gas and steam) boilers, large and small diesel main propulsion engines, and steam engines, mainly as auxiliaries. I soon learnt while I was on a career path, besides the deck officers, navigating the ship, the main man on the ship was the electrical officer (Not sparky -radio). Not all shipping companies employed an electrical officer, and in the hierarchy of the shipping world ‘ticket’s were issued only to deck and engineer officers in the Merchant Navy that were required by international regulations. A radio office was a must!!! The electrical officer was employed, not recognised by internal ‘Ticket system’ , and the overall responsibility was that of the ‘ticketed’ Chief Engineer’.Here my playing with the train set and appreciation of electrical circuits (fuses-their use) motors/ generators AC/DC electrics became very important, as I may not have known the intricacies of each item I was able with the electrician able to to help solve many a problem, especially on the smaller ship. When I left the sea in 1970 the electrical officer became more important as the introduction of solid state transistors and circuit boards became the norm, and later computers- here the role of the electrical and radio officer became merged, in what they technically knew or were educated in, not for their roles necessarily.
    AS IN ALL life one needs ones fellow colleagues to share and work together, and when one is responsible for the efficient running of an establishment, workplace, one has to be considerate to all concerned and work to a common goal. Reflecting in what one learnt with ones toys, if one was lucky to have them.

  4. Boot clutter, or BOOTS CLUTTER, i was rereading the clutter on this site of blogs and wondered how Pilly Galore was getting along? I remember as a child mums and dads cure for a headache was a tablet named ‘Veginin’, which has gone the way of all progress- out of the window! I believe>
    How has PILLY galore progressed, and the pills and potions of the past? remembered?

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