Who Lives In A House Like This?

It's the half term and the sun is at that strange angle as it shines through the windows.

You know the one, where those evil sun beams show up very speck of dust in all its glorious technicolor detail.

I suffered a sudden attack of the Spring Cleaning Fever.

So I thought I should record this auspicious occasion and take a few photos before those cheeky dust bunnies decide to return.

When my Nanna once visited she said,

'Well, at least you won't have to worry about the burglars!'

(I love my Nanna, she's not one to mince her words!)

And she's right, there's nothing in my house that is worth very much, and the vast majority is from the charity shop.

But they are my treasures, I could probably tell you exactly which charity shop they came from and who I was with.

Other treasures are presents from friends, and they are priceless.

This chap is one of my favourite pieces of pottery, he cost 50p from the car boot!

My dollies' mosh pit.

And this is Gol Gol, my childhood companion.

My Mum had to perform plastic surgery on her on many an occasion.

When she had to be washed I used to hold up her legs on the washing line, crying as the water dripped down my arms!

Time for a sit down and a cup of tea while I watch those dust particles float back down!

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