Please no NanKate, I shouldn't have mentioned it and I am sorry, I liked your post and so understand what you mean , those little flashbacks of childhood are wonderful, I only have to see a dolls house and I am back in our home in Aberfan , my father in the attic night after night and I not allowed to go up there, he made me a dolls house for Christmas. I see a child running to her father and again woosh, I see myself racing along the pavement to greet my father when he came home from nightshift in that pit. What I cannot do is allow my thoughts to linger there, a place where one had such a happiness as a child and felt so safe was wiped out. The chapel which my g Grandfather built and was minister of for many years was a such a large part of my childhood, then it became a mortuary for the children , that school flattened and the only time I was caned there was for sliding on the school roof in the summer hols. A wonderful childhood, surrounded by a large extended family in that village and in just minutes realy it was covered by the darkest of shadows .
Again, I am sorry x