I always wanted a house that ‘expands’. That’s how we used to describe Grandma’s house – if you needed it, there was a bed for…
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Tag: Sadness
I thought I would be scared by the idea of someone having died here, but actually I am strangely comforted.
I’ve spent a few weeks now reading everything I can about Arthur and Edith. I am considering writing into a few Facebook groups just to see if anyone has context – is that too much? It feels too much, some days.