NOSTALGIA
I am a sentimental old fool. I never shun an opportunity for a decent wallow in nostalgia. Since the departure of both my grannies, this predilection for wistful yearning has grown. The house is punctuated with bits and pieces inherited from my grandmothers (and by punctuated, I mean the sort of punctuation designed for pause – commas, semi-colons and full-stops. I can’t walk along the hallway without having to stop […]
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