I inherited a suitcase. I have great memories of time spent with my nan in Liverpool. She was crazy, loving and positive. The contents of this suitcase pretty much sums her up. A suitcase of her drawings, dated 1981 (see below) a recorder, some sparkly things, a money belt and some nunchucks of course. Nunchucks? Yes! Because that’s what all Nans sleep with under their pillow, right?