This might look like any ordinary tube of toothpaste having reached the end of its' life. In many ways that is exactly right and yet to me it represents much more.
For B & H its a little ritual in the morning, after breakfast with "Daddy, please can you squeeeeeze the toothpaste out for me pleeeeease".To them it was a little game to see who would have the last bit of toothpaste. For days I'd be saying that was it, surely no more and yet they'd persuade me to have another go and to my astonishment, I'd manage to get a little more out.
For me, its all about those little routines that mean so much. A chance in the day to have some fun within a pretty mundane chore of brushing teeth while we were all in a dreadful rush in dashing off to school, work etc.
It also has come to symbolise our efforts in not wanting to be wasteful; squeezing that very last drop out of something has become a little more important. Why? Well, we're in a wasteful world with much extravagance and needless waste. Waste of resources, money and effort, often at someone else's expense.
Our old sofa, is now no more.
We bought it second hand in about 1997 and we remember our friend Paul helping out with transporting it in his trailer. Getting it into the sitting room was quite a challenge with almost having to bend it to get it in through the door. Over the 13 years we've had it, all kind of things have happened to it as B & H have grown up. When Rachel and I decided it was time to update it, they were quite sad but we all like the replacement. Such good memories.... when we bought it, tried to get it in, the times when we've pulled it up close to the TV in our make-do cinema