Had one of those weird thoughts this evenings about what will happen to all my most-treasured posessions after I’m (and Emma) are gone. The thoughts centred around the assumption that by the time I get old, my books will have become successful and wide enough known about that my estate will be pass to the National Trust. This evening I imagined them opening up my former home as their first cat museum. By which I mean that, visitors will be able to tour the place that I lived, and worked, and wrote my books and there would be cats living there just as there are cats living in my home.

Do you ever have thoughts about what will happen to your possessions after you’re gone?