(For my Whirligig tale entitled Bake-off please click HERE)
The picture at Magpie Tales took me back to my childhood.
I wonder what happened to my dolls house. I wonder what happened to the family that lived inside it.
The mind of a child knows no bounds. When you are little, anything is possible and everything you imagine is real. I spent ages playing with that little wooden house; rearranging the furniture, dusting, and doing all the things I hated doing for real as a stroppy teen - and ever since come to that!
I can still hear myself talking to the little red-cheeked mother and her gruff husband. He had a grey beard. I used to put their daughter Daisy in my pocket and take her to school sometimes.
I’d like to think my little house went to a really nice home with a daughter that loves it as much as I did. Dolls house families don’t grow older do they? I wonder what Daisy gets up to now? She always was a little naughty!
I hope it hasn’t been dumped in a cellar, or worse, demolished.
I wouldn’t like that.