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  1. Aaaaahhh bluebells…evoke childhood memories of a park a good 3 mile walk away along a never-ending promenade from our home. Back then “home” was a tiny flat above a row of shops and there were more of us than there were rooms in the entire dwelling.

    Dad would take me & t’siblings out sometimes for the afternoon for the long walk there and back and we’d arrive home with armfuls of bluebells for our dear ole (young then) mam.

    She’d grin and give us individual hugs, gathering up the flowers as she went then turn to dad and hiss “where the fuck am I supposed to put all these ???”

    Happy days 🙂

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