Sunday 21st July
I climb the wonky stairs to the top floor, into the attics, to the rooms tucked under the old oak beams. Mum and Dad arrive tomorrow and since the house will be full of guests they’ll be staying up here, in the cheap seats.
The attics are stuffy after the last few days of summer heat and I push open the old windows to let the fresh air f…
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