Tuesday, 25 April 2017
Memory lane in the loft
My son J and memory lane were made for each other. Home for the night, he decided to explore the loft (he's told me not to go up there as there's no ladder). Here he is (or here are his feet). He's reading an old uni newspaper. That's about all I saw of him yesterday (his feet; not the newspaper). He went through his stuff, but sadly left most of it behind. He has a lovely new house, and clutter wouldn't look good. He also has a wife, who probably doesn't want it any more than we do.