
Oddly, when I woke this morning I remembered today is
Lorraine Wicks birthday. I went to junior school with Lorraine Wicks and have
not seen her for over 35 years, so I don’t know why her birthday is so firmly
lodged in my memory. We used to play with our Sindy dolls together. She lived
in a crumbling Victorian house with high ceilings and drafty rooms which
smelt of dogs. I can never remember her parents being there, only her brother
who kept grass snakes in an aquarium.
Another odd thing this morning - I took Mabel down to
the beach for a walk, and found a coconut washed up on the beach (the real
unshaved sort), so brought it home.
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