This morning we went shopping and I read. And played the piano. We walked up to Granpas office and to a seed shop via the golf course. I helped an old man (Grandpa) across the road and Bobby helped an old woman (Mummy) across the road. After lunch Daddy phoned to say we didn’t get this super house in Bubbenhall. Tina came to play. We had steak for dinner.
All through my middle childhood we were always threatening to move – but we never did. My father still lives in the same house I grew up in – he is just about to have a party to celebrate 40 years of living there.
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