Condolences Suedonim - I feel that way about my childhood. The only person who might have been able to share memories is my (half ) sister in Canada, but she has Alzheimer’s and has not had any memory for years. In fact before we realised she had dementia there were some near fall-outs when she she would come up with the most ridiculous statements about our parents which I found very hurtful. Now of course I know better, but it is as if a tranche of my own life has been snatched away.
I used to ring my parents every Sunday at 7 and so often now I find myself thinking “oh I’ll ask Dad that when I ring him”
Don’t old habits die hard?
How do you hang your washing out?






