I converted my loft when WPKAW moved in. WPKAW hated shopping. But for someone that did, she had a lot of clothes. And shoes. And boots. And handbags. And shoulder bags, weekend bags, work bags, travel bags, suitcases, rucksacks and make-up cases. Plus jewellery cases, bags for shoes and bags for boots. She also had more hats than anyone else I know.

WPKAW's wardrobe was split between warm weather and cold weather. In Winter the warm weather clothes, shoes, bags and hats were stored in the loft. In Summer, the cold stuff was swapped. In the in-between temperature ranges I would climb into the loft and show WPKAW stuff through the hatch (she was scared of heights) so she could decide whether it was stuff she wanted now, or later when it cooled/warmed enough.

WPKAW had more CD's than anyone I know. Men tend to have more music than women in my experience, but WPKAW had over 900 CDs. All bought brand new.

Then there is the memorabilia from her life that she had collected, along with kitchen equipment, oversize books, school work, college work and books, blanket, duvets, pillow, electrical adaptors for I don't know what.

Everything will go into the loft before December.

Then we will bring down her Christmas decorations. She was the biggest child in the house by far and it won't be the same decorating the house this year without her nagging enthusiasm.

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Hulver posted a hole story. WPKAW's gh0st b1ke was featured on a BBC news bulletin syndicated across the UK. Her father rang me, shocked,  to tell me he'd seen the story on the news. His daughter is finally known nationwide. For 15 minutes.

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It's WPKAW's sister's 30th birthday on Thursday. We'd talked about it for as long as I've known WPKAW. The plans for the biggest celebration. The limo, the fancy dress, the music, the food, the décor. The dancing.

WPKAW's sister has fairly severe Downs Syndrome. Her naivety may make her the luckiest one in the family at the moment.

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I didn't open the front door between Friday night and Monday morning. Just me and George for two days. There was some sunshine so I had the back open most of the time and George bounced around amongst the wild grass, Rhododendrons and Elephant's Ears.

So this weekend I put all of the clothes and shoes into the loft and gathered all of the bags onto the landing ready for storage.

I still haven't touched her make-up and hair products on and in her bedside dresser and her perfumes and ornaments on her bedside drawers. You might never know she was gone if you didn't open the drawers or wardrobes or cupboards.

You might notice the oak box on the dresser with her name and age on a brass plaque. Surrounded by pictures and toy or ornamental penguins. That might give it away.