Memories

I promised myself I wouldn't stay up late again looking at old stuff on the Internet, yet here I am at 12.45!

This tim I've been adding my own photos. This is the manse where I grew up until 1988 when my papa died. I loved this house, especially the art studio in the attic where my mum, and later my papa, painted, Freya would have loved it.

I can just picture grandma in the kitchen baking, papa in his study or in the garden and Robin's not there because he's over the road at the park playing football.