This is a stack of DVDs which has lived in my flat, and the one before that, and the one before that, and the one before that, until this week.
The movies are all ones that I would want to keep during a normal spring clean. Of course they are. They’ve survived many a clean, and many a move. Where they aren’t, they are ones that Karen loves. They have been taking up space, and space in a London apartment is at a premium.
None of them have been watched in this flat.
None of them have been watched at our last flat.
None of them have been watched at the flat we lived in before that one.
That flat before the last one on that list was the last one we lived in where we had a DVD player. We got rid of it during the move, because we watched DVDs using the Playstation, and didn’t need a separate player.
The Playstation was abandoned during our last move; we no longer played games on it, and only watch DVDs once a year, at Christmas. And computers have DVD drives.
Well, my computer has a DVD drive. Karen’s doesn’t. New laptops tend not to.
It’s strange to watch DVDs become obsolete — and we have been dragging these around, packing them, moving them, unpacking them, putting them on a shelf. Repeat.
No more, old DVDs. No more.