I’m back at my dad’s flat with a proper, real-world update on what happens after a parent dies—because this part doesn’t get talked about enough. I’ve even got footage from the days right after he passed, when we’d tipped drawers out and the place looked like a complete state. Today’s a big day though: the Red Cross charity shop team comes round to help “spirit away” as much furniture and stuff as possible, and I walk you through what’s easy to shift… and what’s weirdly hard. The toughest bits aren’t the “valuable” things on paper—it’s the meaning. There’s the commissioned round table and bench that cost thousands and somehow never fit anywhere, the framed Ladykillers poster tied to our King’s Cross family history, and random objects that have been in the background of my life since the 1980s (including a mirror I don’t even like). I also dig out a beautiful old 1920s-style His Master’s Voice 78 gramophone player, find cracked records, candles, a tennis ball, and all the little cupboard surprises you only discover during a clearance. If you’re going through this yourself: it’s a wrench, emotionally. But five months on, my biggest takeaway is this—most of it really is just things, and letting it go can be the first step towards space, breathing room, and moving forward.