In the family

In March 1967 my brother was 4 and as all little ones do, brought home his finger painting for Mum.  She loved it of course, had it framed and it hung on the wall of every house Mum and Dad called home thereafter.  

A day spent sorting out resulted in a car load of stuff for the Hospice shop which Gareth took while I stayed home for the plumber.  We have a bad leak. Probably expensive.