On Monday (otherwise known as the day with no TV whatsoever that almost killed me) I was looking for some distraction. Something to fill up the time until bedtime. So we did what I always do when I have time like that up my sleeve, I took the kids round to my Mum’s place so SHE could play with them and I could be distracted with coffee, and leftovers and magazines and the like.
She had spent the day before cleaning out the garage and had stumbled across a box of all my most treasured treasures that she decided I could have now. Something to do with it taking up space? Anyway, I sat down and had a look through the box and boy did I find some gold. GOLD. All of my old love letters from boys, school reports and stories, photos, cards and other bits and pieces which I held onto for some reason.