Memories

It's been quite an emotional couple of days (as you might expect after a funeral) and those closest to my Nan have all packed their bags for a trip down memory lane.

Just when I was unpacking the precious memories (like the time she killed a robin with some badly prepared rice pudding) having arrived back in "the now" my mum mentioned that whilst rooting about in the garage they had come across my collection of toy cars.

Once the mouse poo and god-knows-what-else had been cleared out from them, we all had a good rummage through and pulled out the healthier looking antiques for m'boy to play with.

It is incredible the memories a rediscovered treasure can bring back and I can remember spending hours playing on my bedroom floor and acting out car chases and so forth.

I don't remember Kermit being one of the baddies in my little scenarios...