(4.2.1) Storytime

I grew up in a tiny village I had to use my imagination quite a lot.

Poor daddy he was working so hard and such long hours at that time.

And I 1) had actually found a dead rabbit in the garden which 2) had obviously been attacked by a cat or something and I 3)collected all of this dead rabbit’s fur and I 4) used that to make the duvet and the pillow case.

My dad had been like treasuring it.