Last Things I am being encouraged by the administration of my former workplace (in case you missed it, I retired in February) to clear what was my office by the end of this month. I have been ruthlessly binning material and sending reams of paper to recycling. On the one hand, decluttering can be satisfying, but on the other, there is always the fear that something important may be discarded. And of course, there is the more general feeling of attachment to some items of no practical use. Also, in exercises of this nature, you are always astonished at the amount of… stuff that you accumulate in this life. We recently had the entire interior of the house decorated and during the process took several hundredweight of stuff to charity shops. Once the redecoration was over, however, we were surprised to find that we still didn’t have room for what was left. I am taking home a few things from the office. One is a book which I rescued from a skip outside the library of the Clinical...