Extracts from my journal
Christmas Day
A morning filled with excitement.
There’s a buzz of anticipation in the air.
Decisions to be made
Do we open our presents before I join Mum for breakfast.
Should we open one or two
Should we save them for my return back home.
No snow on the ground.... good.
Otherwise how would I get down the hill.
Chapter One
The first paragraph
A house absorbs happiness, it blooms into the wallpaper,
the wood of the window frames, the bricks : that’s how it
becomes a home.
I’m hooked, reeled in. A read as atmospheric as the day.
