They are selling my old house. I lived there from the age of around six intill I was 19. Bedroom 2 was mine. They still have the washing line in which I cut my arm in the garden - I've got a scar from that.
Good Lord, how self indulgent is this post?
Posted to Apropos of nothing by Simon Brunning at July 29, 2004 03:42 PMHow can you cut your arm on a washing line? Well, I suppose that *you* could cut your arm on a washing line.
Posted by: Steve on July 30, 2004 08:47 AMNowhere near as self-indulgent as http://cardboard.nu/blog/2004_07_29/not_blogging_for_vanitys_sake.html.
Posted by: Alan Green on July 30, 2004 10:28 AMAlways a bit sad, isn't it? I didn't quite know what to feel when they sold my Nan & Grandad's house, where I'd mostly grown up - sad to see those days go, but happy that it'll have new people in it, and be renovated...
Posted by: Tracey on July 30, 2004 01:07 PM