More worryingly, the suitcase full of 1970s and 1980s Architectural Journals. I never was an architect; I never dated one - oh, there was Caro briefly, but she never lived here or anything and I would not have stored her stuff.
So, either fairies creep in late at night and hide professional journals here, or someone I dated is a were-architect.
And deeply disturbing that these have been sitting in my flat for twenty years un-noticed. I so needed to purge and tidy.