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from thinking how this home would have been portrayed on Through The Keyhole. I still own a lovely pink beetle car albeit a toy version ... then deep in thought about the kitchen window with its array of love and care back after the black mould and green moss that formed in the worst room, to the stock condition survey and the irony that I do not need a new kitchen. That was the room that was the worse from those days of hubby and the way we could not cope. And the apparent fault of neglect that showed in that stock condition survey that we did look after the property the best way in those conditions. The reason for the proposed eviction overlooking the fact hubby was dying. The forgotten family ... us ...
All and more as the thoughts swung back and forth through an array of productive emotive and sometimes hilarious times today ...
As husband would have liked to see ... my suppressed creativity back on form ...
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