the bloo loo
ok...
so yesterday i (almost) had a day without diary.
i make up for it today with several views from mum-mum and dad-dad's house.
i lived here fulltime from 0-18.
i didn't leave properly till i was 21 when i chipped off to PCL (the polytechnic of central london).
have spent the day here, stopping at geoff and rosie's on the way through haywards heath.
praise the lord
perou, dad-dad and pc perou
...and now you know why i shave my head: it's a public service.
this nativity scene is over 50 years old.
the first year my mum and dad bought it, they spent a night painting the characters together.
when they put it up every year, in the run up to christmas, the crib is empty.
then mysteriously on christmas morning, the baby jesus appears.
i reckon father christmas puts him in.
since i left home, quite a bit has changed (my bedroom didn't stay red and brown martian landscape)
...but plenty has stayed exactly the same.
rembrandt my/our hero
when i lived at home, decanters of spirits weren't left on top of this bureau: they were locked inside it.
somehow i worked out that two people could easily lift the top section straight up and off entirely (leaving the door still locked) to access all the liquids therein, get hammered and try and fit the top back on again...
to any crims reading...this is not footballer's CRIBS: please note the lack of valuables worth nicking.
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