Thursday, 4 February 2016

Elm Cottage

I'm writing to you from a supposedly haunted cottage, where I'll be catsitting for the week. When my grandmother lived here, the attic housed her extensive antique doll collection. They frightened and fascinated me as a child. She'd always intended for them to be passed on to me, but sadly had to sell them to relieve debts near the end...

Monday, 1 February 2016

Harry Potter Studio Tour, London

The young audience of today have One Direction. For kids coming of age in the swinging sixties, it was The Beatles. Back when my grandparents were but wee nippers, the hysteria-inducing, scream-generating sensation weakening the knees of girls worldwide was Frank Sinatra. Every era has that one band the youth lose their minds over, which got me...
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