Time Capsules

Today we've been making a doorway out of a window space.  It leads from the yard into the wash-house - the ground floor of this will become our sitting room.  We've been using one room as sitting room, office and dining room for about 12 years now so this is well overdue.

Funnily enough the new door will be in exactly the same place as the original door to the little lean-to beside the wash-house. 

Yesterday we built a low wall opposite the door to extend the yard a little, and we dropped a time-capsule (OK, a plastic Hellmann's 2-litre mayonnaise jar) inside the wall, containing a newspaper, some coins, photos and our signatures.  Today when we opened the window space up to make the doorway we found an earlier time-capsule which we buried in 1992.

The December 1992 capsule contained a newspaper too in which the Queen complained of an annus horribilis, some coins again, a security badge with a truly dreadful photo of me, and some supermarket receipts. We've reburied it.  I know we've peppered the place with such capsules, mostly in the 1990's, but I can't remember where any of them are - except I do know there is a Glenfiddich tin in the roofspace above the bay window in Room 2. I can't see us getting up there to rediscover it so maybe it will be found, years hence, by whoever follows us in this house.