story nights


A memory of sharing a bed as a child with my grandma, and she would tell me of childhood stories of my mother growing up and make me laugh, though we would always have a million blankets on the bed as I was always cold, the windows weren’t double glazed in those days, 1980’s, I remember a large wardrobe and orange blanket and lots of plants, and the layout of the room, my granddad would sleep next door as when I got older there was not enough room in the bed for all of us. When I as really little, my sister and I use to sleep between my granddad and grandma in bed. I feel very sad today, I wish I could put the clock back to those times of growing up in Mapperley, Nottingham.

I love you so much

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