A happy memory

Happy memories for me began at the age of seven when I was taken out of a children’s home after six years. My foster Mam bought a Formica folding leaf table and four matching chairs on the never-never and gave me my own chair. Fifty years later my chair is one of my most treasured possessions because of what it means to me and is high on my bucket list to restore when I retire in two years time.

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