My brother and I were both left reeling as Grandpa disappeared from the crystal ball. “This explains why Mum and Dad never wanted us to explore Grandma and Grandpa’s house,” Peter said to me.
We were in a wood. A pretty wood. There was a pool filled with bright blue water, and trees with bright green leaves, that sounded like they were whispering in the gentle breeze.
It was half past ten and “The Wizard Of Oz” had just ended. It was one of my all time favourites, and I’d just watched it with my daughter. Now it was time to put her to bed.
One morning at college, I was outside having a fag with my girlfriends. It was my birthday today, and while I was outside, I was showered with birthday presents and cards.