I had a lovely, and a very sad weekend recently.
My great aunt has recently moved into a home, and out of the house she has lived in for the last nearly ninety years. My dad and I went down to Christchurch to help sort out her belongings (as she could not take most of them with her to the home).
I'll be thirty in a couple of years time. The same age my dad was when I was born. I'm fine with that but it's sometimes a little odd, looking down memory lane and thinking how much and how little has changed in ones lifetime.
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