Yesterday, my mum went to the relevant council offices and handed in, for the final time, the keys to my nans house.
This is the house my mum grew up in, the house we all lived between moving home. The most saddening part is the garden. It was the best garden in the world as an infant. It was huge (even today it still seems massive), big enough for the two green houses and the wendy house my grandad built for my cousins, my brother and i. In the centre of the garden was a huge fish pond.
Sadly, after my grandad died, the garden was negleted. It looked a bit plain yesterday but still the most rousing part of a house none of us are ever going to get to see again.
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when i was a kid me and me bro used to paint the garden walls with water and watch it evaporate.gardens as a kid dont half rock.sorry to hear yours has been lost.
*you could always buy the house later in life.keep it in the family as such.id be your grounds keeper willy.
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