Yvonne keeps things carefully - I admire that. I might keep things, but not in such an orderly way, and I often become impatient and chuck them out. When I started planning my pilgrimage, Yvonne mailed me a parcel in a jiffy bag I once sent to her (we live some distance from each other and use the post to communicate, though not as much as the telephone). Inside was a package wrapped in hand-painted orange tissue tied with green ribbon. Some years ago she showed me this piece of wrapping paper which came from Greece. She kept it because she loved the colours. The ribbon was half a length she'd bought in London. The other half she'd given me. I don't know what happened to my half of the ribbon - I expect I tied it round a present.