Posted by: Michael
Posted on: 30th Apr 2019
I think my home feels like a home and not a house. It is lived in by me only these days since my Mum died. It is me and the continuation of when I came here at 8 and half in Sept 1957 and still here. I can't think of leaving the area unless I am forced by circumstances. Shutting the door after a busy day is heaven. It is no castle but it does me.