It’s Sunday afternoon and I’m sitting in my Granddad’s living room writing on my iBook whilst he watches the football. This house is a treasure trove of childhood memories, everything from the garden I used to play in to the china figurines I used to want to take down and touch…
Strange memories keep popping into my mind like the time I tried to pick all the thorns off my Gran’s Rose bush or the running races Lisa and I used to have up and down the path. It seemed like such a long way when my legs were half the length; everything seems smaller now.
Granddad is lovely, the same as always. Deaf in one ear and a little unsure on his legs but still friendly, warm and welcoming. Aunty Anne has just cooked me a massive pork chop lunch with Pears and ice cream for desert. All I need now is red lemonade and ham and mustard sandwiches for tea and I’ll be transported back to 1996.
The walls are covered in photos of my cousins and their children and there’s a picture of Adam, Lisa and I from 1990! I suddenly feel old. Sadly my Gran’s rose bushes are gone and modern high-rise flats are slowly surrounding Granddad’s lovely terraced house but Pyro Villas is preserved for now.
It’s nice to be here, it makes me miss Mum, Dad, Lisa and Adam though. I think it’s the first time I’ve been here without them…
Just got a text message from Freeman. He’s really ill so may not be coming tomorrow. I may be on my own after all running this retreat. I am really scared. I don’t know enough to fill three days. God I really need you to heal him or help me out big time! Xc