The summer house

My brother, Wol, is - and always has been - a generous fellow. After I'd bought my house, I didn't have two pennies to rub together but he kindly bought this summer house for my daughters. And they loved it.

Twenty years on, I'm sad to say that it has been neglected for quite a while, a decrepit store room for crap so old and unwanted that I don't even know what's in there. 

Today, the Minx and I started to dismantle it. It was odd how pulling off the  slats seemed to free up memories; my little girls playing in the nostalgia-tinged sunshine. 

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-11.0 kgs
Reading: 'Refining Sound' by Brian K Shepard