I’m writing on my knee on the train so it’s probably a little illegible but I had sudden clear memories of early Christmases at my grandparents’ home when I was about 6 years old. I can smell the food cooking, and remember the sense of anticipation and see Pop stooped over the oven as he bastes the turkey. At last I have some memories actually on paper. The floodgates have opened! Now, I can’t stop writing and remembering!
Mary McConnell | Glasgow, Scotland
