Unexpectedly a letter arrived on our doormat today from a company wanting us to swap our home with someone else for the television company to make a documentary about it – this first roused my curiosity then made me a little unhappy. Wondered how we had been selected and which side of the divide they thought we fell on and why someone thought we would be happy to reveal our life in this way. Worse was this a scam dreamed up by someone for reasons unknown.
My Dad had a telephone voice and once off the phone, a more normal voice and always wondered about the person, the telephone voice belonged to
Think there needs to be a place behind your own front door – where comfy pjs and large fluffy slippers are king. No place like home.
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