Flea dug a book out of the charity box that has been sitting on the landing since 2009 last night, and decided she wanted to read it as a bedtime story.
It turned out to be one of those "Stories about Me" that my best friend at school gave me for Christmas, back in 1989 – so more than 21 years ago. A lifetime ago. And yet – somehow – parts of that book still speak to me.
Can't imagine why.
*cough*
My bathroom looks almost *exactly* like that illustration.
It’s your subconscious – 21 years ago it was ingrained into your brain that your bathroom should look like that, so you’re only complying really.
Excellent Blog Sally, Love the lego section at the bottom, although it makes me feel old.