For some reason I’ve been missing my Gran & Grandpa’s flat in Knightswood, Glasgow, recently.
I miss the mix of 1970s/80s tat and heavy Victorian-ish wooden furniture. And the way it smelt of fags & a coal fire. And the way it was always Sunday, and I played 2nd World War spies in the garden and Cleopatra or Jane Eyre or The Little Princess was on the television.
I miss the hay-wain, the flamenco dancer and the green lady.
I miss the dolly toilet roll cover, the shire horse ornament & the Nessie.
I miss the Island of Adventure (not so much – it’s in my room), the reader’s digest, and the bible.
& I miss James Last, Mantovani and Glen Miller.