My mind goes sleepwalking

I first started keeping a diary 40 years ago.  Dad, Anne, Mike, Alison, Frances and I only went on a few summer holidays all together – there were scout and guide camps, after that some of us became too cool for it, though sub groups did go away.  This was special, it was in aContinue reading “My mind goes sleepwalking”

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