1989. Sent to bed
I remember our old house as an idyllic dwelling. A huge lawn ran up to a pond and there were trees either side. I remember it being sunny a lot when we lived there. It probably wasn’t. It was probably dreary alot of the time. In reality the house wasn’t idyllic but it was a decent semi detached house with a drive, garden and a garage. Pretty impressive how my parents afforded to buy it despite being so young. My dad showed me what happened to the fish we had in winter time. It wasn’t pleasant. I’m surprised a heron didn’t get them as a nice afternoon snack. There was a big wooden five bar gate that my dad had installed to keep me and my brother from drowning in the pond. Easier to do that than fill it in. We also had a rabbit but that ran away one firework night. My Mum would have been inside running the house and looking after us two. Not an easy job and I dare say she realised she had alot more to offer- not that I’m saying being a mum and running a house isn’t worthwhile work, but